Blue And Cricket Novels & Stories

"It must be a rare butterfly from Oregon, Ma'am. It's called Leona's Little Blue." The woman blinked at Sky. "You're very smart. Have you ever seen it in person?" Sky shook her head. "No, I saw it in a magazine. Mama read it for me. There aren't many of them anymore. They're rare. I'm very afraid that they will become extinct. Their color is very beautiful, Ma'am. Bluish white, just like the color of your brooch. Your niece is so nice to give such a special gift." The woman chuckled. Her shoulders felt light now. She didn't need to be ashamed of others. She also had something to be proud of.

Dominic’s POV I woke up with the faint sound of tweeting. Though my eyes were still shut, I could still picture the creature responsible for that chirping. I couldn't mistake that unique sound for any other sound I heard back in the Royal Pack. I thought it was from the Midnight Nightingale, a tiny bluebird with a beautiful tweeting voice that could only find in this region of the continent and I was right. A pair of these ocean-blue birds dancing through my windowpane welcomed me as I slowly lifted my eyelids.

Coming this fall to a streaming platform near you. "Daddy!" Alexander is still yelling. "Daddy, we match! Look! LOOK!" Kyle looks down at himself. Then at Alexander, who is indeed wearing a blue jacket. Then back at himself. "So we do," he says. "What a coincidence." "Technically," Ethan says, examining both of them with scientific intensity, "your blue is cobalt while Alexander's is more of a navy. The wavelength difference is approximately—" "We MATCH," Alexander insists. "We're a TEAM. Team Blue!"

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.

🩷 🍒 The cricket match was going on. The bedroom was softly lit by the glow of the television, the curtains half-drawn as late evening light blended with the artificial brightness from the screen. The faint hum of the air conditioner mixed with the distant echo of stadium cheers coming from the speakers. The large bed was slightly unmade from where she had been resting, pillows adjusted behind her back for support. A glass of water sat untouched on the bedside table. The soup bowl placed earlier rested on a tray nearby, now empty.

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

She said "your eyes will fall out at this rate" He said and Bluey rolled her eyes again He smirked and pulled off his jacket and almost immediately the cockroach fell off "oh my God. Is that cockroach? "She asked "Where? "Angelo asked scared "just right beside you. I never knew your pocket do manufacture cockroach " She said "Get.... Get... Get that away "He stuttered for the very first time. Bluey could see the fear on his face