Novel & Cerita Green Covers

It was exquisitely captivating— the mesmerizing rich color that resided in his golden eyes. It wasn't just his eyes that were stunning, but also his finely sculptured facial features and statuesque stature of 6'7 (ca. 201 cm). Goodness, why did he have to be so tall? They say green is the strongest color because it symbolizes the arrival of spring after the cold winter days. A particular shade of green resonates with the essence of nature, and in her eyes, he saw the vibrant blades of fresh grass and blooming buds, evoking memories of warm sunshine and fragrant flowers.

"I think this visit is important." "So the green sweater," I said. "Yes," he said. "Also green is a good geological color. It suggests mineral awareness." Amara looked at me. I looked at her. "Mineral awareness," she said. "Yes," he said. "Like malachite. Malachite is green because of the copper content. Green communicates that you understand that color has meaning." He sat down and ate his oatmeal. Amara pressed her fingers flat on the table. The grounding gesture.

The scene around me was so serene I sometimes wished I didn't have to blink. I could feel a deep burn creeping up my legs, but rather than succumb to it I reveled in it, pushing harder, faster as I raced through the trees. Every color green you could imagine coated the entirety of the woods. The pale viridian moss clung to rocks and tree sides, dark emerald leaves hung lowly from heavy branches, rows of juniper vines climbed up towering trunks. Green, green, green, all around me. A shade that welcomed me home. A tone that brought me peace.

He was telling her, surprisingly softly and she was curious to know more. Like this he took her to each painting and made her hand feel each curve of it, telling the colors and its meaning. " What green color indicates? " She asked, not knowing how it looks. How bright the color is. " It's a fresh and natural color, which represents life. It also indicates hope for a better life. " He explained. She memorized each word he was telling her, like a death note. It was the first time when someone was telling her about colors. Eden was the only one who used to tell her how colors feel and glow.

These tints and hues are only appreciated in the presence of light since its absence would only result to complete abysmal darkness. Fate would make it possible for a few of us to be partners with the rest of the community identified with the color in consideration. Admittedly, it is not easy being green for whatever ensuing privileges and responsibilities are incidental thereto. It is symbolic of vivacity and not lethargy, of activity and not ennui, of sensitivity and not passivity. And being green is both a challenge and an opportunity to make a difference. Our primary goal is to be able to live up to our own convictions and the expectations of our pioneers.

I guess I was a bit lucky to meet Norman. As we marched down the road, I quickly noticed how beautiful the town of Viridian Falls is on its own rights. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. I sniffed, gathering a deep breath of the clean air filtered greenly through the leaves. This must be one of the few positive things that I’m going to be getting here in this town.

"Great Primordial Jadeglow Technique!" Master Eva Green let out a long howl in midair. Her five fingers curled and shook violently. In an instant, the green light rose and fell, like a peacock spreading its tail, and the mountains rose and fell. Boom boom! Suddenly, a large green hand, as if all the essence of the green jadeite between heaven and earth, suddenly grabbed out from it. At this moment, it seemed that the palm of the hand was constantly condensing.

The glow remained red, steady and calm. Relief slammed through my chest. Just worry. Just exhaustion. Just the sickness of grief and stress. I exhaled a trembling breath, my shoulders sagging- Then I saw it. A glimmer. At first faint, so faint I thought my eyes deceived me. A thread of green flickering beneath the red, barely noticeable. My relief faltered. My breath caught. The green spread slowly, creeping through the red like moss across stone. Subtle at first, then stronger, brighter, until the glow overtook the red entirely.

Granted, I couldn’t see much – and what I saw wasn’t exactly groundbreaking – but still, it was something more than I’d ever experienced since the first day I had waddled from my crib, taking to my knees as though they were hawk’s wings and soaring across the marble floors, or at least it was told to me that way. There were fields of green and gold waiting beyond the railing of that balcony. Servants worked in those fields, harvesting fruits and wheat and spices like torf; and beyond that, most of the activity was reserved for birds and a few lazy patrols of guards, along with the occasional opportunistic rabbit, or a squirrel.

He stopped walking. So Ray sees it, green is the strongest colour, it ignites the new season after the passing of wintry days, and in that her eyes were born strong, the green hue reminding him of sunshine, flowers, but even the beautiful flowers are not responsible for photosynthesis, a life giving natural process, breathing in its self life into everything... Just like it felt to Ray, Tala's eyes, that green hue gaze, stare the life into him. "So, you find yourself here inside the brown windblown dusty hell..."