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The Fiery Colour of Verisimilitude

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This is a metaphorical short story based on some of my recent feelings in the past year.  I would appreciate a read through and it would be interesting to hear what people interpret from this.  
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What a great original concept, and it was very nicely fitted together! I'm just going to go through and mention the parts that stood out to me the most...

-First of all, I didn't even know what Verisimilitude was until I looked it up. Now it's one of my favorite words, I think.
-Then, everything changed when the red fire..." I wonder what this is based off of? ;)
-I rather like Lewanut's analysis of the colors, but I do want to add something to the symbolism of red... I was thinking that it could possibly be a metaphor for your memories, and the dark moments of your past. Then the story would be about the main character setting off to conquer his old demons, and what he's really fighting would be himself, in a way.
-So many color references...
-I'm not exactly sure what his intention was to jump off a waterfall... obviously he knew he was going to get hurt that way... unless that was intentional too...
-I noticed that the bushes were a kind of comfort zone for him. There was familiarity there, and the creatures seemed to welcome him, and for a minute, he almost forgets what he came there for.
-Bringing an object (the lasso) that you aren't even prepared to use... at first glance, it sounds like a very stupid thing to do, but when you think about it metaphorically, it begins to make sense... because in a way, we all are being handed tools that are beyond our capabilities.
-At this point he meets more people, with the same goal as him. I like how even though they are the competitors, they aren't mean or anything, they even work together at one point to achieve something they never could have alone. Once we all enter the gate, though, there's no turning back...
-Human nature. It's a pain in the neck. Interestingly enough, the eyes of the person he asked for help were the same color as the beast's... hmm...
-I see how the underwater city could resemble an idealistic dream, an imagining of a place you want to be but haven't gotten to yet... and sooner or later, you must return to reality.
-A purple sky... a combination of both goodness and evil... radiant, pure, and unreachable as you try to grasp at it... and that is the point.

Ziggy, this story has touched me in a lot of different ways. Partially because I feel that it speaks to most youths today, and also because there's a personal aspect to it as well... I wish to see more of your writing now, I think that you should definitely consider practicing more and homing in your skills.