Hello to all readers.

Writer's name is Khao. Nice to meet you.

Wright is not a new writer.

But he's a writer who likes to pickle novels.

After Wright disappeared for a long time Due to lurking and fleeing from creditors, it is wrong.

Just kidding, because the computer broke. Made it disappear for a while.

Now Wright has returned to life.

So I'd like to celebrate with the first story I wrote three years ago (?) that I've polished again.

If there are any mistakes, please feel free to criticize. Because it's the first story Wright was afraid that it would not be fun to read.

Anyway, I'd like to leave you with this short story.

P.S. This is because Wright previously published the novel in the old version. Come see the new version here... Wright almost threw up from dizziness.

In this world, there is only white. Everything is white and clean. Any spots that are a little dirty will be a dull white. Yes everything is white The people walking were white and their clothes were white. Even though my hair is black, my accessories are all white. People are happy with the white color around them. Where do different colors appear?

Everyone will help put paint on it. That's right, because white is the color that should be on Earth. Until black is born....black is born from white. Dam likes black. The interior of his house is decorated in black, and there are other colors such as brown, blue, red, yellow, green, and many other colors that they can find.

Black is much less than white. They always think that white is not the only color that should be in the world. But because of this idea causing the whites, who were more numerous, to discriminate against the blacks, gradually ganging up on them, attacking them, and insulting them. Keep labeling mistakes. Even though I have never done anything to make me live my life alone and alone. Even in the family

I was not taken care of and never received help from anyone. As the days passed, he moved his house to the end of the city where there were only gray areas.

The end of the city is a spot that White has never stepped foot on because the sign couldn't be painted over. It was too dirty and disgusting to bear. Black came here to improve the gray area. to be the territory of his home There is a fruit and vegetable garden, a resting area, a pond, and other things that you can build yourself. Black would go into the city every once in a while and buy things he couldn't make himself and keep in bulk.

Whites who had lived near black houses could not bear the doubts they had kept for years as to why their friends had changed. So they gathered together and chose the bravest and strongest white person to come to see a black person who used to be his best friend. Meanwhile, Black was watering the vegetables in his garden. He heard someone screaming in front of his house, so he walked out to see him raising a stick to hit the black goose he kept guarding the house, so he cried out to stop him.

"Don't hit it! Goose, come here." Black called the goose back to him. White lowered his stick and looked at Black.

"Still black as usual, black. When will you change your mind?” White shouted. Black shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and chased the goose back to the cage.

"Don't expect us to convince each other that it will be difficult for us. I have already told you that we will never go back to the way we were before." Black walked towards the white house and quickly ran along, feeling uncomfortable. The colors around us are many colors, not white.

"Come in before you're tired from traveling. Don't worry. I made part of the guest area white so you can feel safe."

“What do you mean?” Black opened the door and entered his house. The floor was alternating between black and white. There were two parts to the living room, and one part was true as told. The guest part that the former friend had said was decorated in all white, just like he was used to. He walked over and sighed in relief. Black, who disappeared into the kitchen, picked up a white glass of water and placed it in front of the white one that was so clean that he accidentally picked it up in his hand.

"It's more comfortable now. I'll start asking. Why did you come here?" Black asked. It went white for a moment. Then he put the glass of water down and his white eyes looked black again. In fact, now he was no longer black. But it's multicolored.

“I want to know why you're black. Your parents are white. Why were you born black?"

"I wasn't born black...I was once white."

"Then why...."

"Because of the kind of society that you guys live in every day, what should I call it? 'Racist' is probably the right word." Because you guys only think about framing everything that is good in other people. It may not be good for everyone.”

"But you used to be white, you should know that..."

“Yes, I know, but you who follow others and have never been discriminated against have no idea how cruel it is to impose your own feelings on others. It's clearly brainwashing.

You always look at things according to others, not paying attention to what is correct. You allow anyone to take away your ideas. Let's seize the freedom to live your life little by little. When people came out to protest, you teased me. And what you used to say Happy to listen to everyone's opinions. It's just someone who talks beautifully and fools people into believing it all day.

You never know. How many other white people are going to die because of something like this? For being white and being bullied but you guys never looked at it because you saw that there were other people who thought differently to bully. It's fun. Yes, it is your entertainment that is my suffering.”

"First, you were going to say You were white before, right? So why did you.."

"Because this world is not white, it is black." White began to see the change in his old friend's attitude, so he slowly got up and ran towards the front door of the house, not caring what color the door was.

"Wherever you are in such a hurry, you've already been here for a long time. You can stay a little longer." In front of White was a group of blacks that were coming closer and closer to White. He turned to cry out for help from his friend. What he got There was only a distorted smile that didn't look like a human's.

"What are you afraid of?" Black got up and walked closer. White slowly backed away, but was caught by a group of people behind him and ran to the other side of the house in fear, but was unable to escape the hand that shot up and grabbed his arm and threw him back. Come the same way.

"Black..don't do anything to me. We used to be friends."

"And when I made this request, did you ever listen?!"

"Don't waste your time on it, just deal with it."

"Dam, I'm begging you...don't do anything to me, so please help me." Dam stood still, laughing in his throat, then walked three steps closer, the tip of his foot brushing the other side of his chin to look at his face.

"Things you should know and tell if you still have a chance to breathe..." Black shook his foot and touched White's face until he fell. before giving it to friends Other black people began to attack them in the same way that they had been attacked before. White howled in pain, smiled coldly, then took out a shiny knife blade and stared at it near White's face.

"What you should know You should be more careful. Because black was once white…” The gleaming light of dozens of razor-sharp blades around them hit the whites of their eyes. Their faces were no different from those of the former friend in front of them who raised their hands above their heads.

“More dangerous than any of you could imagine.”

Then White's consciousness was extinguished when that cutter stabbed into the middle of his body along with dozens of other blades that stabbed nonstop.