Aesthetics Purple Novels & Stories

He had a penthouse suite, which I wasn't surprised by. When we got in, he excused himself to go and change and then told me where I could get some wine and where the glasses were. The penthouse was gorgeous. It had some inviting warm colours like velvets and whites and oranges. It was very tastefully curated. Probably done by a designer. Nobody had recognized when we were out because he was wearing a cap and had the hood on most of the time.

Just as I made it to the other side of the street, the rain stopped, and Monique headed into a dive called The Purple Diamond. She could have picked any one of the thirty or forty bars that lined this particular strip, but she picked the one with the loudest music and the rowdiest crowd. I knew right away that I wouldn't be able to get any audio, but I could at least get some video and some quality images.

I drive excitedly back to the house and ring the doorbell to find Jas and Nathan debating on whether or not primrose is considered purple. “Is this a bad time?” I ask awkwardly as I stand between the two in the living room. “No, your timing is perfect. I’m working on a new collection for winter and I mentioned primrose because it’s a purple color and Nathan here, seems to think it’s not purple. He says it’s yellow.” Jas scolds. “That’s because it is!”

“That’s actually why I’m glad to see you. I was wondering if you’d help me with the floral arrangements for the wedding.” Amina’s eyes widened, visibly moved and her mouth falls open slightly. “Oh Reyna, I would be so honoured.” We sat on a wrought-iron bench surrounded by an artful sprawl of flora. I lean in, excited but cautious, and said, “You know, purple has always been a colour close to my heart. It’s regal, yet soft. Strong, yet delicate.” “Just like you; your eyes reflect that about you,” she says, commenting on my odd eye colour.

It was only then that Purple Smoke released her hand on his throat and the rope also vanished. King Astius fell on his knees afterwards. He was chasing his breath, staring at his faint reflection on the marble floor with purple eyes. And then he brought up his gaze. Upon the very glimpse of Purple Smoke's image touched with the fiery purple radiance of the purple fire around them, he was stuck staring at her glowing eyes. It was like he was being pulled inside them. He couldn't move his entire body. It felt numb but his mind was wide awake.

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

Straight to the bathroom. I rip the door open. And Oh. Oh fuck. You have got to be kidding me. Kill me. Just end me now. Because there it is. Right there. Completely visible. Out in the open. It’s sitting there, bright and impossible to ignore. A shock of purple silicone plastered against the gleaming white tile, suctioned in place like it owns the room. Not muted lavender, not soft pastel it’s screaming, electric purple. Alone. Stark. Like it’s daring anyone to look.

Jael chuckled. “Oh.” “So what do you think about this color?” Jael held up a royal blue material. “Um, I think I’d prefer something purple.” Marybeth offered. “Purple eh? I think I have just the right material.” She rummaged through the basket of materials and brought out a deep purple one, “How’s this?” “Oh, that is beautiful,” Marybeth said with a smile. “Good. Now he just has to choose a color that complements this purple. God, I hope he doesn’t pick yellow.” Jael shuddered at the thought.

Lumen generated a new internal diagnostic: The Aesthetics of Endurance. It realized that beauty, in the colony model, was a function of survival. An object was beautiful not because it was new, but because it had been repaired with intent. The machine began to adjust the "Citywide Aesthetic Protocol" to favor visible repairs over seamless replacements.

Here's a hint, your favorite hue Arieon let out an amused chuckle as she folded the paper. I never Enzo could be interested in romantic things, she thought as she wanted along the stone path. She looked around in amazement as she took in the beauty of the garden. The roses were so big and red, not to mention how natural they were. Her eyes landed on a purple envelope laying on one of the rose bushes. "My favorite hue, purple", Arieon chuckled as she went to pick up the envelope and opened it.