Green Covers Novels & Stories

Indescribable, breathtaking colors break through the white light, revealing a vibrant green meadow, heavily flowered in purples, pinks and yellows. Their sweet fragrance permeating the air as they sway in unison with the light, warm breeze. I'm barely aware of the 'ooh's and awe's' coming from my family, completely mesmerized by this new, incredible world before me. My eyes dart in every direction, hardly knowing where to go to next as I take everything in, fascinated by even the smallest blade of greener than green grass.

The news story cut to Rainer in the downstairs press room. "GroGreen means anyone can be a gardener no matter how much time, space, and effort they have available. Anything from teacup flowers to homestead farm plots, to virtual gardens are all made possible through GroGreen. Ever forget to water your plants? GroGreen has reminders and even tricks for keeping those neglected houseplants alive." His lips were stiffer on television than in real life. The smile had just enough of a practiced edge to create little lines at the corners of his mouth.

"You look as though you're almost done." "I am..." She twists wire through one end, then the other, "... but it takes two to hang them up. You take that end, I'll take this. Onto the stepladders and we'll snag them onto those hooks over the fire. The swag drapes over the hearth atop the mirror. It smells of resin and winter and... and... Does green have a smell? It does. Green smells like that swag. It smells of the Winter festival when, for as long as people have gathered in the dark of the year, they have brought nature and the Spring indoors as a reminder that soon, the light will return.

Midnight was in control, and I couldn’t hold her back. “Clay…” I moaned, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that we were wrapped in the most beautiful shade of forest green. I looked into his eyes, and they were the same colour as the aura that wrapped around us, intensifying everything that we were doing. I felt myself melting away, realising the colours stood for different elements and knowing instinctively which elements they stood for. But that wasn’t what was on my mind. My mind was blank, filled with pleasure as he brushed through all the right parts and hit the right spot.

"Excuse me?" She slowly came forward and I noticed her eyes were a green, almost the same shade as mine. She lifted her hands to her mouth, tears filled her eyes and I noticed she was shaking. I glanced confusedly at Amaya to find her glaring at the small woman in front of us.

The pavement we crossed to it was highly decorated with pretty roses, green to be very specific. "Green roses, huh?" I chirped. "Yes, green is my favorite … it's like a symbol of peace and tranquility" The greenhouse shone outstandingly as the sunlight pierced through the glass, and the plants glittered beautifully in it. I gasped in awe, and I swear I could see George from the corner of my eye give a weird smile, like he knew I'd love it. As I stepped inside, it felt like I had crossed into another world filled with warmth, humidity, and rich scent that smelled like mother earth… a jungle, a distinct pretty garden preferably.

"It's a Coca-Cola ad, Cale. It's designed to be aggressive." "And the trees," Cale continued, shifting his gaze to the blur of the forest lining the highway. "Green. But not just green. There are variations. Olive. Emerald. A dark, brownish green that looks like decay." "That's called nature." "It is overwhelming," Cale whispered. "The data input. Before, it was just grey shapes. Now, every leaf has a frequency." "Does it hurt?" Elion asked, concern creeping into his voice. "No. It feels... loud. But a good loud. Like an orchestra tuning up."

“Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?” “Idiot! It’s tonight. At our bar,” Green said. Jeygreen Xris Gutierrez, known simply as Green, was born into a life of luxury. His mother was a businesswoman who married a wealthy Portuguese heir to Hacienda Gutierrez in Portugal. Green’s father was an excellent sommelier, and this expertise led the family to establish a wine business in the Philippines, becoming one of the country’s top distributors of fine wine. Green had inherited his father’s skills and, even at a young age, was already adept at identifying quality wines.

"It’s... it’s a forest inside the mountain!" The greenhouse was vast, a towering dome of reinforced obsidian-glass that arched hundreds of feet above their heads. The structure captured the fading golden rays of the setting sun, refracting the light through a complex network of automated water misters that hung from the iron framework like silver spiderwebs. Giant, pre-apocalyptic ferns unfurled their vibrant green fronds over the stone walkways, and thick, twisty vines crawled up the structural pillars, bearing heavy clusters of sweet mountain grapes.

Xasha and Gooseman entered the greenhouse. The first thing that greeted him was the thick smell of plants. The room was stacked with shelves filled with medicinal herbs, trees, and flowers. Verra was holding a flowerpot with a small purple plant with 2 leaves barely sprouting from it. The plant was around 2 inches tall and had amazing energy radiating from it. Verra was holding it delicately. It was as if she was afraid that it would run away if she loosened her grip for a second.