Flower Crayon Novels & Stories

"Inspection of what? " "Colors. As you may have inevitably notice, we are surrounded with nothing but the color yellow. This is nothing like your world where colors combine. All is separated. With walls, borders, or lines. And no person with their designated colors are allowed to leave or enter another side of colors. Once spotted, you will be thrown to the place of outcast and lose the chance to visit the Outside world. Your world. Or they might take you in as slaves. Or worse, death. "I understood her words but it only arose more questions. "So you are not allowed to interact with other colors? "

"That's obvious. You don't even color inside the lines. You color all over the page." She teases him and he frowns at her. "The lines are just suggestions and I color outside them creatively." He says and I laugh. "I like that answer." I say and he beams up at me. Sienna shakes her head with a smile, and places two more boxes of crayons into the trolley. "What else?" She asks just as I grab several packs of colored paper. "We'll need these." I say and she nods her head. "Ooh!" Aiden reaches for glitter.

Tina pointed out with mirth. Rose and Serra chuckled, agreeing how true it was. He is drenched with Mia's pee, poo, her spit up's, and what not. 'I want the ink craon' they all heard Mia demanding for the pink crayon yet again. She is throwing a temper tantrum while Anton looked helpless. The pink crayon she is asking for yet again is broken down into three pieces by Mia not too long ago. Anton was trying to tell her to pick another crayon as the pink one is broken. But she refused to see reason.

"You mean, like a pastel blue or a piercing shade of bright neon blue?" "I don't know exactly," I said, trying to find the right word. "When I was a kid, there was this specific crayon in my big box of Crayolas that was called Periwinkle. It was kind of like that. It was the rarest eye color I've ever seen. It was the lightest blue ever, as blue as the clear sky. I don't know who he is, Katherine, but I’ve got to find out." Katherine smiled and gave me a playful nudge. "So you're calling 'dibs' on the hottest guy in town already? Wow, you move fast! I sure hope he has a brother who looks just like him."

QUINCY POV There were exactly six and a half crayons under my couch. I knew this because Eva made it her mission in life to find every single one of them before breakfast. "Found purple!" she cried out happily, holding the crayon high up like a trophy before crawling farther under the cushions. "But no orange yet, mommy." I leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking lukewarm coffee and watching her little feet sticking out from the living room as if they had a life of their own.

“Of course. Fire away.” “Well, I know you work in color and in black and white, and a lot of your work features natural settings, but this latest series,” Franklin looked at the large vibrant pieces, each featuring a different insect. “It does seem to be a departure from your usual style. Is there any meaning behind that?”

She tested the quality of the red-colored pencil on her hand on the first page of the intermediate pad; it created a brightly colored line which gave her the exhilaration to continue her practice. She began to inspect the other art material like the oil pastel crayons; she opened the rectangular-shaped package and read the brand name: Crayola. Oil Pastels Neon. There were 12 pieces inside the box with the named colors written as hot magenta, shocking pink, radical red, outrageous orange, neon carrot, laser lemon, electric lime, screamin' green, graphic green, aqua brite, blue bolt, and vivid violet. She found the names funny. In her deep curiosity, she tested the quality again and found it t

I closed my eyes as I anticipated Isabelle's attack and just then, I heard that fluttering sound once again as the wind brushes through my hair tossing my cap a far. As if something flew right above me and was gone in an instant. As I opened my eyes, Isabelle was gone and so was that something. I grabbed my cap and just as I grabbed it, I saw the broken crayon I carried last night to the forest. The indigo color. Clarisse has said that it was Arthur's favorite color.

“We’ll wrap some up for her.” Pascal twirled his spaghetti around his fork, sauce smudging his cheek. He looked up at Nikolai with bright, expectant eyes. “Daddy, today in art class we made paper dragons! Mine breathed rainbow fire. Miss Elena said it was the most creative one.” Nikolai leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, a rare casual posture for him. “Rainbow fire? That’s impressive. What colors did you use?” “All of them!” Pascal beamed. “Red and orange for the hot part, then blue and purple for the magic. And green sparkles because dragons need sparkles.”

"If I was a color," my sister's voice sounds unusually sultry. "I would be violet." "Why violet?" Tatiana asks. "Because violet is a mysterious color and I have to say I'm full of mysteries." I never thought Mckayla could be so poetic, but then again she's high out of her mind, we all are. Tatiana giggles. "Then I guess I'm green." "Because you love the environment?" Kristen asks, laughing as well.