Blue Neighborhood Novels & Stories

He shook his head, "No need." I smiled, "I can keep it then?" I asked, more excitedly than I should've and he returned my smile. "It's blue," I commented. "Your favorite color." He said with a nod. I nodded and a very low sigh parted my lips. My eyes on his as my smile slowly dropped away. Those damn eyes, like the color of the ocean, they're so full of life but still so very uncertain, they reflected every unsaid word he couldn't let out and before I could take into a deep breath, I was drowning again.

Blanche nods with a small smile. Truth be told, I do not have to see the inside to know that I love it. The outside is just so beautiful. I bet the inside is just as stunning. "Let's go in." She says and we head to the door. While she was struggling to get the door open, I took the time to look around the neighbourhood. All the houses are very beautiful and well taken care of. The grass patches are all neatly trimmed with flowers and little plants on the sides. The different browns all clash and form a serene feeling over the whole neighbourhood.

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

"Again, a blue dress." I knew I would look gorgeous in this dress. Simple yet elegant. And the design around the collar with the combination of black, silver, and blue beads made it even more beautiful. "It's sapphire blue. It's different from the blue dresses I've gifted you in the past." I shook my head, smiling slightly. "You're going to turn my wardrobe all blue." Mike chuckled. "This time it's going to be for a special reason."

The first thing Marybeth noticed when they walked into the all-monochrome apartment was the Blue Mountains in the backdrop. The beach, just a throw's stone away from the penthouse, with its brilliant blue waters and white-capped waves rolling and crashing into one another on the shoreline, was a sight to behold. But the distant mountains looked so majestic, for a humbling moment, Marybeth felt infinitely small in the face of all that rugged beauty. They really did look blue from up here, and their name made sense. The rolling hills and valleys weren't blue, but the Wisteria trees surrounding them, now in full bloom, had earned them their name. "Will you be alright on your own?" asked Arno, s

She realized it was best not to push into the storm clouding his mind, even though she had little insight into its cause. They both stood in silence, taking in the beauty of the painting before them. In the heart of the canvas, a vast expanse of cerulean blue stretches endlessly, embracing the horizon with its tranquil hue. Wisps of fluffy cumulus clouds dance gently across the sky, their edges tinged with a soft, ethereal white, floating lazily as if carried by a whispering breeze. The blue sky acts as a captivating backdrop, imbuing the scene with a sense of boundless serenity and a promise of endless possibilities. Its seamless gradient, from the deepest azure at its zenith to the paler,

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

They stood at the park’s entrance. Where the ice sculpture display ran just days ago. Daniel tried to discover who the forlorn soul was. He felt the need to help her cross over. April avoided reminding him that the ghost-busting team was there and working on it already. She feared he would make a pest of himself and no longer welcome at the Blue Moon. April couldn’t bear avoiding this place for the rest of her life. Of the years of coming to the Blue Moon, April found many close friends, and she wouldn’t lose them.

Brendan blinked repeatedly and exhaled, “Wow…” “Cheesy, I know.” “No, that was… sweet,” he smiled faintly. “I can relate, kind of.” She smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded, taking a swig of his wine before speaking, “The type of blue I like is in the sky too, I suppose it’s as dusk is fading into the night. That shade of navy blue you get in the sky where the last bit of the sun still touches, but the moon begins to light the sky too… That’s the blue I like.”