Green Covers Novels & Stories

"Nice to meet you." James didn't shake his hand. He looked at Eric and then back at me. "How do you know each other?" "Eric tutors Nova in science," I told him. "Eric, this is James Greenwood." Eric nodded politely. "Are you new to town?" James asked Eric. "Yes, I'm an environmentalist." "You're a tree hugger," James said, clearly trying to get a rise from Eric. "Yes," said Eric, unfazed by Jame's rudeness. "But really I work to study, conserve, and protect the Earth. Considering that it's a bit of an important planet."

"As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways." He pauses to stare at each and everyone of us and continues. "You all know your partners, you have till the end of the day to submit your plants. You may all go." We all rise and head to the big gates which sep

The park was quiet, with only a few scattered figures moving along the paths, and I took a deep breath as I stepped onto the grass. The greenery here was different fro” what I was used to in the human world. The trees were taller, their leaves a deep, almost iridescent green, and the flowers that dotted the landscape were vibrant shades of blue, purple, and red. It was as if the colors were richer here, more intense, like everything was heightened.

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.

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.