Annoying Orange Short Novels & Stories

“Of course.” As I prepare for our run at the park, I stand in front of my wardrobe, contemplating which outfit might be perfect for today's adventure. After a brief moment of consideration, my eyes land on a vibrant neon orange tank top. I'm immediately drawn to its form-fitting design that shows off the best bits of my slim form. The color exudes a sense of energy and confidence, making it the ideal choice for today’s ‘mask’ as I am absolutely terrified because this will be Day One of our masquerade. Next, I search for the ideal pair of running shorts. I opt for sleek black ones that provide the perfect combination of style and practicality. They're not too long, allowing freedom of movemen

Little Orange waved her little fist and said angrily. “Didn't they know that I am one of the bridesmaids?” Little Orange thought. "Girls, no matter what, don't delay the time!" Owen’s wife reminded. "Don't worry. It won't take a long time for them to walk up more than 60 flights of stairs." Little Orange said indifferently.

I said. "And that's a problem because why?" She had a point there. The oranges tried to answer once again, but the greens got a steal and dropped a layup the other way. I stared at my sister expectantly and she didn't disappoint. She took off her long sleeve shirt, revealing the bright, scarlet straps of what I assumed was another conservatively cut bra.

It was either the ones with an orange flowery pattern or the ones with a dark blue background, both of which she could not picture him wearing. However, considering the personal attacks he made towards her, he was more than deserving of the neon flowers. She smiled as she hung up the blue shorts and reached for two pairs of the orange ones instead. When she heard someone ask next to her, "Souvenir shopping?," she was in the process of reaching for a pair of tennis shoes.

I just wanted to enjoy life. I have been through so much in the last sixteen years that worrying about my weight seemed silly. “Did you need help?” A cheerful voice sounded behind me, which made me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked over, a girl was standing there, bright orange hair pulled up into two space buns. She had her septum pierced as well as the right side of her bottom lip. She wore a tight crop top with a cartoon character on it, a pair of bright purple shorts, and combat boots.

Calm down. “Well, first of all, you need to answer a question for me” A smirk appeared on my face. The man looked surprised but nodded in agreement. “Did you really think you could get away with harassing my wife? did you think she wasn't going to tell me?” He shook his head in disbelief. “You have no idea how much trouble your actions have caused!”He flinched at my words, his expression becoming even more terrified when he realized that he really did fucked up. “We can talk about it...” He mumbled under his breath. “About What Mr. Pierre and Mr Laurent? About the video we just finished watching? About the fact that you both slept with a fifteen-year-old? Mr Laurent, your oldest is sixteen n

"Yes. She grew concerned when she heard about your fall in school. She should be here within the hour." "Mom!" I repeated. I had spent last summer with her in Orange, where the sun shines with a vengeance. Orange was a county, four hours away by flight. I don’t know how many hours by road. I had never gone there by road. It had beaches, bars and festivals, the tourist’s pleasure trinity. It was mostly warm all year and most people like to lie on the beach all day. Sometimes, you could hear music from the beach at night. Orange was like mom: warm, laid back and active.

I heard Orion talk to Poppy and heard Silas laugh. "She likes the colors purple, light pink, blue and teal. Grey and black is okay too. Oh and nothing with lace or frills and not to reveling." I looked at the dress in my hand and got really embarrassed at the choice, I accidently sent the mental picture to Orion of the dress I had taken down. "No! Not that one, put it back" Orion almost shouted through the phone. "I got it, will be back later" I answered and hung up on him.

Annie was slumped on the sofa, mindlessly watching some horrific TV nightmare, something about crazy rich housewives in McMansions who all hated each other. Idly, she noticed they were all very orange. She reached for the carton of ice cream that Jax had brought over the day before, and was shocked to see that it was empty. She’d actually horfed down two entire family-sized tubs of Oreo cookie ice cream in one day, along with far too many Zero Cokes, which made zero sense, now that she stopped and thought about it.

“I’ve also been a lot and a lot weaker underneath this shit and damn orange light…” “There must be something we can do to erase this shit and damn orange light… We mustn’t lose… We must fight back…”