So while I was going through one of my friends blog posts I got an idea for a story that I will probably end up developing later on.So here's a small sample of writing that I just came up with. 

Colors, there were colors everywhere he looked. On the ground, in the sky, and on clothes, there were different hues of blues, red, and greens. There were so many different kinds of colors that he couldn't possibly count them all. Colors were always around him, heightening his sense of sight and giving life depth. He couldn't imagine life with all the colors he saw.

But that was all before the war. The war that almost destroyed Earth and the fragile,everchanging societies it hosted.