Blue Pale Idiot Novels & Stories

His head tilts thoughtfully to the side “You’re just a little girl, for all that trouble” I scoffed “And you’re just a man, an average man” I can’t believe I’m here talking to the puppet master, the bane of my existence “I imagined…more” so much more. He looks to be around Sky’s age. But in my mind, he was a giant, a soulless animal, wicked and cruel with red eyes and sharp teeth. But his eyes are a pale watery blue, his teeth human. His pale blond hair falling into his eyes, I almost laughed, not at all what I imagined. How can someone so ordinary be responsible for so many deaths?

“Just get out, let people know your real face is uglier than a lion who just woke up. Not to mention your eyes that look like devil's eyes, which are really red.” A floating pillow slapped Rein's face who could only stare blankly at the mound under the blanket which now showed a messy face with traces of tears that were very pathetic. “He's not wrong, the video is fake, just a fabrication. Stop crying. You're such a crybaby to be a girl.”

He washed his lips particularly thoroughly, where the semen had been applied. "Bastard," Eugene muttered while standing under the water stream after thoroughly washing his face. But the irritation that had surged just moments ago had already subsided. The problem was that even though he was a bastard, he was a perfectly beautiful blond bastard. Eugene's serious fetish for blond hair and blue eyes, which had been a frequent issue from childhood until now, remained unwaveringly strong even in this situation.

Even the screen of my phone, when I pulled it out to check the time, adjusted to a cold cobalt hue as though the room itself infected it. Blue was my family’s color. My legacy. My identity. And my curse. People spoke of the horrors of darkness, of how blackness and shadows could consume the mind and soul. They were fools. They’d never been in the blue room. In here, there was no shadow to hide in. Yet, no reprieve from the relentless hue. Spend four hours in this room, and you’d walk out disoriented. The color would etch itself behind your eyelids. Spend forty-eight?

The crazy guy just dressed down Frost like he’s a damn college professor. Frost inclines his head. “Point taken.” Crazy Harry shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and levels his gaze on me. His eyes are a surprisingly pale blue, and they pierce right through me, like he can see inside me. Now that I’m getting a better look at him, he appears a little younger than I guessed at before, though his outfit still makes him look a bit like a California surfer boy gone to seed in his New Mexico retirement.

“I said no. I don't like the colour of your fucking Radar.” He paused. “What the fuck do you mean by you don't like the colour?” he asked. I exhaled, moving from the spot — a short stroll. “Well, that Radar is white. And… I don't do whites,” I said, turning to him. Briefly, my eyes caught his. “I'm too messed up for whites.” I stated. The last sentence, a sad truth. I had no business with whites. I'm filled with stains. Red stains.

She was trying her best to find a balance that she almost stumbled on. "Oh my dear, be careful now" Brenda said to Melio looking truly concerned." "Are you ok Miss Blanchard, you look a little pale and flushed, don't tell me Vance here had you working while sick?" Black asked, giving me the irritated look. "No I think the air here is a little hot." Melio said, that almost got me laughing.

I noticed that a 'someone' was missing. "Heyya peeps." I greet them. "What are you waiting for? Let's get inside." We all get inside this small room where a guy was sitting behind a desk working on a laptop, Blake saying something to him. "So. Zac is blue, Blake is red, Spencer is green, Cali is aqua, River is yellow and Justin is pink." The guy said, I think he was talking about our colours. "I want blue! Why am I pink?!" Justin complained about his colour.

Wait calm down, dear self, Be calm. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I let out a heavy sigh as I overthink of what will happen if I try to back out from here. So, he said he’s looking for a wife. Why? Is he being pressured? Maybe. Based on his looks. He looks like he’s in his late 20’s. And he’s so damn hot! His angled jaw, so sharp. His biceps that can’t almost fit in his long-sleeve polo, his thick eyebrows that are always seem to want to touch each other, he’s intense eyes, What am I thinking?!

Her face is worst than the worst, it's already like a coloring book because of her thick make-up so what's the difference? "Of course I saw it with my two eyes! I even took a video! "- Blue is still laughing while watching the video he took. "She's really ugly! I knew from the moment I saw her that this color will suit her!"- The color of the paint is brown and she looks like a hairy monkey. "Didn't I told you to just sit there?"- Drake pointed the sofa we're currently sitting on. What a killjoy! "And to behave!"- Boo!