The rainbow

The rainbow is beautiful, yet deadly. Throughout history, millions were sacrificed because of this particular mixture of colours. It is one of the main reasons for the emergence of the contemporary world. A learner of history would most definitely be allured by its seductive pleas. And so, more and more will die under the multicoloured blade of this mysterious wonder, and the shade of red will become darker...

This is quite noob.

Note: This is merely a story.
Silence. The room was so silent that one could even hear a pin drop. The only source of noise was the clock on the wall ticking. Everyone seated in the room were staring at him, curious to know what would be his answer to the question posted to him. 50 pairs of eyes were all staring at one person. The person was a tall middle-aged man, seated on a chair in front of all of them. His head was bowed, and no one could see the expression on his face. However, everyone could feel it. If the Mars would give you a triumphant feeling, this particular person would give you a feeling of defeat, and loss. It was like as though he had the aura of defeat. Only someone who had experienced defeat equal to his would be able to empathize with him. And of course, no one in the room, perhaps not even a single one in the world, could.
The 50 people in the room waited, their interest never seeming to vanish. Then, after what seemed like eternity, the man lifted his head up, his handsome features completely covered by the expression of grief. His tear-rimmed eyes were bloodshot, and his face was so contorted in anguish that he did not even look like a human being. Then he opened his mouth and spoke. "For me, it is a moment of anguish. All my life, my whole adult life, I” He could not resist any longer, and broke down into tears. “I believed in Malaysian merger and unity of the two territories. You know that we, as a people are connected by geography, economics, by ties of kinship... It literally broke everything that we stood for.... Now, I, Lee Kuan Yew, as Prime Minister of Singapore, in this current capacity of mine do hereby proclaim and declare on behalf of the people and the Government of Singapore that as from today, the ninth day of August in the year one thousand nine hundred and sixty-five, Singapore shall be forever a sovereign democratic and independent nation, founded upon the principles of liberty and justice and ever seeking the welfare and happiness of the people in a most and just equal society." It did not sound like a speech at all. It sounded like the song sang at the funeral. The people in the press conference could not hold back their tears either. Soon, rivulets of tears were spotted on the floor. The clock stopped ticking too.
The man was none other than Lee Kuan Yew.
After the press conference, Lee Kuan Yew did not go home. He went to the beach. He sat down on the sand and sighed. He did not feel that he was sitting on sand. He felt like as though his was sitting on mud, and that he was trapped there permanently. He glanced up at the jet black sky in hope of inspiration, and his reply was the completely black, boundless cage which he was trapped in, condemned forever he was. There was no hope, just like there was not an iota of light in the gloomy sky. He glanced at the sea, hoping to find land, but none there were. The cold wind blew. His hair was blown back by the wind. His shirt, too. It was like as though they were trying to abandon him, to escape from this world of impossibilities. He wanted to, too. But he couldn’t. If the problems were the wind, there was a massive and incredibly heavy rock on his back, almost pinning him on to the ground, forcing him to face the problems. He sighed, again. He could not escape from these responsibilities, even though he would love to. He finally said this question out loud, looking at the abyss above, “What should we do?” And he still did not know. He thought he never would. It was helpless, and hopeless. He looked around for a source of inspiration he thought he would never find.
But he did. Somehow he did.
The cold wind grew bigger. The waves got bigger, too. He suddenly had a random thought. Why wasn’t this beach destroyed, even until now? The waves are so big! He realized something. This is a Singaporean beach! The land of Singapore was not destroyed by these great waves, so does that mean that Singapore is destined to survive? His jaw dropped. It took him long enough to understand this simple concept. Somehow, just somehow, it will survive. I’m sure it will. He paused for a while. Then, he let loose a roar, a roar of sheer joy. He did not have the physical strength of a lion, but this roar was certainly louder and much more powerful than that of even 10 lions.
Because he represents the lion city!
The cold wind got colder now. But coldness was the last thing he felt. He was sweating all over.
Because of his fiery passion!
He suddenly felt proud to be serving the Singapore he is living in.
He did not sleep that night. Who could?
Dawn. The Sun rose up, slowly yet steadily. The red giant seemed to bear the same shade of colour as the red in the Singapore flag. We all know that, when a Sun is going to rise up, nothing will stop it.
And it turned out that Singapore was destined to survive.

Im not sure if this is acceptable as the short story...

The scene was like a scene in hell. The entire battlefield was enshrouded in smoke. Unpleasant, ear piercing sounds of firing of guns were heard. Occasionally, one could see fire erupting from below, like a small volcano eruption, and it was usually accompanied with a loud ‘boom’. If one were to take his eyes off the smoke covered sky, he would see men lying lifeless on the floor in a pool of scarlet blood. Cuts and bruises were seen everywhere in their body, on their wimpy arms and mutilated faces. They all showed one expression before their death, however – pride. In the epic clash between the two titans, humans were seen as mere ants that were tossed casually away.
Distinctly, one could see that there was a barrage on the right of the battlefield and the invading army marched from the left. The barrage looked like a long grey sinister snake, and the army from the left looked like a sky blue sea serpent. They were, of course, the French and German armies.
Young Hitler was in the midst of this titanic clash. Although he had seen and fought many wars before this one, he could not believe that the atmosphere in this particular war was so intense. He saw many comrades of his lying dead on the ground, blood staining their grey coats red. He growled in obvious resentment, “Those French Froggies. I would like to see how dirty their blood is.” Then, he continued on his merciless shooting, even more so now since he wanted to avenge the death of his comrades.
However, the longer the war was fought, the worse the situation seemed for Germany. More and more frequently could Hitler hear the ominous ‘boom’, clearly despite the din. Huh, those French losers could not win via melee, so they used this despicable trick. Then, he found out that his location suddenly became darker, and, instinctively, raised his head up to see what it was. He saw a biplane soaring about him, like a winged dragon, slowly descending to seal their fate. Another one of those lousy French planes. Suddenly, he leapt back in shock. The French biplane had dropped a bomb right next to him.
He then heard an archaic voice. It was old, but still had that uncanny clarity and sooths him. It also sounded majestic. Leave now. He was surprised, but thought that it was merely his imagination. Furthermore, he would never leave this battle, because he knew that if he did so he might put Germany in an even direr situation. At that point of time, soldiers of both armies were fighting for their lives in that battle, and his comrades desperately need his assistance. But the voice came back again and again. In the midst of this battle, Hitler actually stood immobile for a moment, legs rooted to the floor. He stared blankly ahead, without noticing that a bullet had just whizzed past him and missed him by an inch. For that moment, it was like as though his action packed surroundings were merely empty space, and all his attention were diverted at what was ahead of him (which was empty space). By then, countless bullets have already whizzed past him, and a few bombs were dropped beside him, but none seemed to him to be as important as the blank and empty space in front of him. Then, unconsciously, he really dropped the gun in his hand went away.
He was in a daze, and instead of running away, he actually walked. He was staring straight forward, his pupils dilated. It was as though he became a zombie. He looked like as though he was bewitched, enchanted. Only until he heard a loud ‘bang’ from behind him did he finally snap out of his trance. He leapt backward in sheer shock. He turned around and, to his surprise, saw that the exact spot where he was standing had been bombed. About a dozen of his comrades were lying dead on the floor, in scarlet pools. He shivered involuntarily and thought: If I hadn’t unconsciously moved away I would have suffered the same fate as them. He found it odd of him doing such things, and tried his best to recall what had happened before. He did not remember himself moving away, and paused for a moment, wondering what happened. Then he remembered the archaic voice. He felt tempted to find out whom it belonged to, but immediately realized his present situation and, feeling that fighting the war was more important, decided to pick up his gun and continue with the battle.
The cold wind blew, and the smoke that had once enshrouded the battlefield was gone, revealing the beautiful golden rays reflected off leaves. Lady luck seemed to favour Germany after that surprising event, and a bullet from Hitler’s gun managed to hit a bomb bound for the barrage. As the bomb was dropped and travelled in a diagonal direction, the bullet Hitler fired hit the bomb when it was in midair and (due to sheer luck) right on top of the enemy position. The bomb exploded right above the enemy and the fire managed to burn a highly concentrated part of the enemy position. The Germans took advantage of the situation and managed to repel the enemy.
Later that day, Hitler heard that voice again. I want you to become the savior of mankind, to warn the human race of a possible invasion. I want you to start another Great War(Hitler: did the great German Empire win?) after this one and to lose that war on purpose .Also, I want you to start a Genocide. This will be your quest. Let me warn you, however, that you will have to sacrifice your life in the end. Hitler suddenly felt that winning the war didn’t matter now and that felt that it was unimportant, and realized that the quest bestowed upon him was much more important. All his hatred of the French, English and the other Allies vanished. They no longer mattered. The quest was what that mattered now. “I accept the quest,” said Hitler solemnly.
And so, he began on his quest…
25 years later…
A short man stood in front of the flag of the former German empire. There were spots of darker colours on the flag. Then, after a while, he looked up at the sky and sighed, “Gott mit uns.” In his eyes, the sky had a Jewish star, which was what 'uns' was referred to.

Telephone Conversation

Q1. The 'dark' in the poem symbolizes the 'normal' colour of the discriminated blacks, and 'light' symbolizes the normal colours of whites. The 'red' represents equality of man. 'West Afican Sepia' means brown in colour, 'peroxide blond' means white, and raven black' means very black.
Q2. The dialogue in this poem reveals to us that the landlady is an extremely racist person and that the persona is a clever person who is also very honest. The land lady, instead of simply rejecting the persona, even went on and asked the persona 'how dark, or very dark' as she wants to add insult to injury just because the persona is a black and make the persona feel bad about being a black. The persona is clever in insulting the land lady by asking her to see his bottom and to witness for herself how black it is.He knows how to impress the land lady to show that, despite being an African, he is more knowledgeable. He is also honest in telling the land lady that he is an African even though he knew the outcome of saying that.
Q3. The persona wins the battle in the end. While the racist insults rained down upon him, he managed to defend successfully and even outwitted the land lady in the end with the witty remark "wouldn't you rather see for yourself?".