Between Shades Of Gray Novels & Stories

Pushed it back through his hair. My sex contracted at his admission. I didn't know what to do with that. Thank the goddess we can't actually touch each other. "Let's start at the beginning. You said you saw colors. And that that fact was abnormal. Implying that you normally see no color. Correct?" I nodded. "I see gray. A sickly, pale gray." "The same shade of gray for every person you heal?" "There are some minute differences depending on the type of ailment or illness, but yes."

Not by a long shot. I paused near the reception desk, pulling out my phone, not to call, but to think. The rain had softened to a mist, streaking the windows with a gray haze. I liked gray. It reminded me that nothing was absolute. Nothing was fixed. Opportunities, like clouds, shifted constantly, and I was ready to seize them.

My head bounced with a loud thud that echoed through my ears and darkness captured me. Relief flooded my body as I laid in the darkness. I felt light and peaceful. There was no pain, just lightness. It felt like I was floating. I was no longer falling, just still in the darkness. I pulled myself to my feet and felt the floor beneath me. I looked down at my stomach like there should be something there, but I couldn’t think why. I wandered through the darkness looking for a way out like normal. There was always a way out, but this time it was not obvious. The darkness was a bottomless pit. I walked and walked.

Nathaniel My glasses were gone. The thought slammed into me harder than the fall itself. “No—no, no, no…” My hands clawed at the dirt, fingers digging through leaves, mud, anything. Everything was blurry. Useless. Just shapes and shadows bleeding into each other. I couldn’t see. Shit, I couldn’t fucking see. Panic hit fast. Sharp. Suffocating. They had to be here. They had to. I dropped lower, almost flat on the ground now, patting wildly around me. My fingers brushed over roots, damp soil, something sharp that nicked my skin—

Sage replies with a nod. "What is it?" "In betwen its eyes," Sage mutters. They all nod and get to it while they work to end it. We just wanted her, not you all. Is that too much to ask for? the voice wails. "She is ours, not yours." | Grayson and Sage tighten their jaws with hardened eyes. The end the duplicates of the shadow, and when the shadow finally turns to look at them, its eyes are redder than even the colour red. It does not stop saying things that makes Grayson murderous.

“Okay! What about the other colors? We could do two or three. I don’t really mind either way, but I feel like two lighter colors would look better.” I nodded in agreement and flipped through more pages. “Here!” I exclaimed, showing him a page. “We could do a light yellow and grey with it.” Zarek wrinkled his nose. “I like the grey, but the yellow… it doesn’t feel right.” “What about this color?” I pointed to a peach shade, softer and less vibrant. “It seems like a good background color.” Zarek’s lips curled into a smile. “If we find flowers like this, they’d look so pretty with the green!” He paused, considering the grey again. “But could we do white instead of grey? The grey feels gloomy.”

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

Was he even the same person? He didn’t know. “What is your favorite color?” Miles lowered his camera in surprise, “Huh?” “Your favorite color, what is it?” Maybe he caught on, because Miles granted a soft smile, glancing down at the camera in his lap, “Grey.” “Grey?” “Yes. It’s a happy medium of all colors, with a million different shades, and a million different purposes. I highly underrated color, might I add. But so valuable.” Aiden nodded in interest, leaning back against the rim of the boat, “I like black.”

She looked at Jesse with such intensity, her eyes turning dark. Jesse rolled his eyes and groaned. "Ugh, there it is again." "Jesse Akerman, life isn't just about affirmations and negations, the black and white. That's fucking boring," K put into words. "That's why you always have to go and roam around the gray areas. I hate that term, though. Gray areas - they're actually what makes life more colorful, more alive."

Love so very true in reds, that beat within our heart, shadows black take form as hate, which tears the soul apart. Greens of joy and happiness, lush grass beyond compare, sadness, shrouded depths of blue, the waters of despair. Yellow screams of agony and pain which we endure. Guilt and shame are shades of grey, a torrential downpour. Earthy brown desires are that for which we lust, the loss of which comes with age, like chrome begins to rust. The image changing constantly as time plods slowly on,