Gray Walls Novels & Stories

It starts the way the body always announces its arrears — quietly, at first, in a register so low you can talk yourself out of hearing it. A heaviness that is not tiredness. A grey quality to mornings that have no reason to be grey — mornings with good coffee and Rael at the table and Delara's light coming through the tea house windows at the right angle. The grey is not in the mornings. The grey is in me, and it has been there long enough that I have stopped noticing it the way you stop noticing a sound that has been playing in the background of a room for too long.

When I got home that evening Matteo's front door was unlocked the way it always was when he knew I was coming and I pushed it open and stopped. Grey was standing in the middle of the living room in a white shirt that was no longer white in any meaningful sense. Red and blue and yellow and green covered the fabric in smudges and splatters and streaks, the kind of comprehensive paint coverage that suggested not one but many hours of enthusiastic if not entirely skilled artistic effort. His hair was slightly pushed back. There was a smear of blue paint on his cheek. He looked up when I came in and the expression on his face was something I had not seen on it before. He looked content.

She was obviously a little nervous while I tried to think of what to say in order to lighten the mood. “My car is right there,” I pointed. “The gray colored one in the middle of the blacks. It stands out pretty well, doesn’t it?” “Not as well as it would if it was painted white,” she responded. I smiled, “I will paint it white then.” “That’s a joke, right?” She laughed. “You wouldn’t really change your car’s color just to satisfy me.” “Of course, it is a joke. I love the color gray. They say it is a hybrid of black and white.”

While me, Alex, and Vincent decided to walk. At first I thought Land of Ashes was just a symbolic title because that's where the bodies of werewolves, victims of war, were burned to ashes. But Land of Ashes is really colored ... gray. No trees or grass grew in the area, nothing lived on it. Just a gray-brown expanse of barren land about the size of two football fields. In the new surroundings there are dense trees that surround. And above there the evening sky is orange as a contrast background.

The transformation was brutal, but Lori knew when it was complete. When the pain stopped. And at the end of it all... she crawled to the closet mirror with all that was left of her strength to look at her self. Gray. Her wings were the color gray, large spans with mottled feathers tethering at the edge of gray and pure white. They were massive, and they probably weighed twice as much as her with the way they dragged her down. They were a menace too! Large, clumsy and heavy. How was she every expected to move with something like this?!

I looked around and realized how different the four accent walls from every one of them. The one in front of me was like a pastel-colored painting of yellow skies and pink clouds. Beside this girly accent wall was a full gray wall with shimmering metallic silver lines in different directions which formed edgy shapes. The one it was facing was a plain Indigo Batik painted wall and the only thing that made it looked like an accent wall was the framed abstract at the center—the same color with messy lines as if painted by a kid. I turned my gaze at the last one, a combination of Red and Black. It was full of overlapping unearthly figures.

I lean back, watching the city blur past my window, trying to quell the anxiety bubbling in my chest. As we pull up to the trendy coffee shop, I spot Mrs. Grey through the window. She's sipping her coffee with infuriating nonchalance, as if she hasn't a care in the world. I roll my eyes, steeling myself for the encounter. Without a word, I slide into the chair across from her. She barely glances up from her cup. "Miss Clark," she acknowledges coolly. "Mrs. Grey," I return, matching her tone. She signals a waiter, her diamond bracelet catching the light. "What would you like? You clearly can't afford a place like this, so it's on me."

She giggled. This bitch! "Yeah... Yeah." An awkward silence passed through. "So which did you pick so I'll get in touch with the designer." "Well, I ended up with the ashes, I mean grey!" "Grey?" Her tone lowered. "That's great. That's a really excellent colour. I mean It doesn't usually scream the usual Steele profound exquisite but it's okay." "O- Kay..." "Yes, it'll look good, I bet. It had a satisfying sharp dullness around it. Magenta, on the other hand, does scream a kind of calm luxury. Unique and unthinkable. Grey would do that too," I could almost see her shrugging as she said that.

, with a cryptic smile, and closed the door before he could ask what she meant. The drive back to his house was swift on the smooth well-maintained roads leading him through the town of the White Creek pack. Alpha Gray lived on the outskirts of town in an old farmhouse with a barn-shaped roof. The inside was rustic but with clean lines and updated features. His favourite space in the home was in the living room. It was a room with high ceilings, exposed beams, and flooded with natural light from the single hung windows with Colonial Grille. Two large tanned leather couches sat opposite each other in front of a centred fireplace.

We will not lose anything if we will follow those. I am wearing a gray shirt because I saw on Facebook that yellow and gray is the lucky color of the year 2021. The Pantone news release announcing the colors described Illuminating as “a bright and cheerful yellow sparkling with vivacity, a warming yellow shade imbued with solar power.” Ultimate Gray, like pebbles, is emblematic of “solid and dependable elements which are everlasting and provide a firm foundation. This is the reason why all of us are wearing the color gray. Since I saw a lot on Facebook that they are wearing yellow shirts, we opted for the gray to be unique. “Before we eat, let’s have a family photo first!” Kuya Joad said. Ev