Blue Pale Idiot Novels & Stories

I instinctively took a step back. He chuckled humourlessly. “This is a purple coloured metal that signifies poverty, you mean” “You. . .” “You do not interrupt me, Bluey” His voice sent chills down my spine. His veins rose avidly with each laboured breathing he was mustering. I went mute. “Get me a bitch, Kael” I think he just spoke into the intercom. He looked at me blankly“And get this thing out of my abode”

MATTHEW P.O.V My favorite movie!? I wanted to face palm myself. I'm such an idiot. I wish I kept my mouth shut and just ate the stupid pizza. I don't know why I even said that. Everyone knew I was lying too. This was one of those things where everyone in the room knows you're lying but no one came out and said it. I looked like a poser. Pathetic I blame it on mark. That guy, just rubs me the wrong way. What kind of name is Mark anyways!? It sounds like the name of a goblin, or a troll under the bridge. People need to watch out for names like Mark.

Renee said, stepping away from the escalator as they reach the second floor. Once they got inside a beauty salon, Pamela immediately shrieked, rushing to hug her friend. He was Miggy, a gay man who Mea thought was prettier than Pamela, but of course she didn’t say that out loud for her to hear. That would be a declaration of war.

Please? Me: Stop using the puppy eyes. It’s manipulation. Bluey: It's working though. Yes? Me: Fine. You’re lucky you have a good face. Bluey: See you tomorrow then. Don't die of boredom watching vampires. 🦇 Me: Fuck off. Going back to my movie. I tossed the phone onto the bed, feeling a weird, hollow sense of peace. Bluey was safe, he was stupid, and he was the exact kind of distraction I needed to stop the shaking in my hands.

Why are you so sure that it was me who bullied her first, and not the other way around? Edward sounded flustered, but also determined as he shot back, "Jenny, bullying you? Impossible! She's gentle and kind. I have to constantly protect her from being bullied! "Zoe, I'd advise you not to go too far! You will pay for this!"

, Blue yelled, " what are you thinking? What the heck were you thinking? " " What?", " How could you even think you'd ever have a chance with him, not to talk of doing something that devious all because of a man?", " I didn't do anything wrong ", she yelled back, " You did Sandra, you almost took a life", " But I didn't ". Blue's shoulder dropped, " who are you?", " I'm not like you Blue, I don't have siblings or family like you, I am an orphan, no one knows whether I'm dead or alive and I've got to hustle for myself",

It would leave a permanent scar. … When I stepped out of the hospital, I checked my phone and saw a message from my mother. She was asking what to make for dinner. I chuckled and sent a voice note. "Let's have some warm potato soup. That always hits the spot." I looked up at the sky. It was clear and bright, the clouds breaking apart after the rain. I felt like I was looking at a metaphor of my life. —The End

Just the clean recognition of her own ability, which she has been learning to hold without apologizing for it. He smiles. The real one. She loves that smile, the way you love the things you did not know you needed until you had them and now cannot imagine being without. On the fourth day, no brief. She and Ethan take António's recommendation and drive to Sete Cidades (the volcanic crater in the western part of São Miguel containing two lakes — one blue, one green — separated by a narrow bridge; the different colors result from differences in the way each lake reflects the sky due to their positions relative to the caldera walls, though local legend attributes the colors to the tears of a pri

and kept mining my own business. Surprise on his face sow something to see "Are you sure newbie, we are the best team around, it would be good for you." These people are idiots or they do not understand No for an answer, just turned my head around and kept going because I was really close to killing someone and this idiot was first in line. I felt a hand on my shoulder when I turned around ready to kill, I got in his face, observing him. He was a bit shorter than me, blond hair, blue eyes, some muscle, but not even close to me, also arrogance and stupidity. He saw that there would be trouble and he was not ready for it, I am guessing waiting for friends to back him up.

“Yeap, and the jeans too.” He nods, beaming rather proudly. This morning, Blake is looking exactly like he always does. Hot. Even when he is in just a simple white tee and matching blue jeans, he is effortlessly hot looking. Like a younger version of James Dean. Wait. The shade of blue on my jeans…it’s exactly the same as his! My jaw literally drops to the ground and my eyes just about pop out of my sockets. “Come,” he grabs the plastic bag in my hands and tosses it over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”