Green Group Novels & Stories

I wore a simple black turtleneck, a blazer, and my scuffed boots. I plugged the drive in. My rendering flashed onto the screen. It wasn't glossy. It didn't look like a sci-fi movie. It looked real. "My proposal is The Green Grid," I started, projecting my voice clearly. "An integrated, self-sustaining residential and commercial hub designed for the South Side industrial sectors." I didn't give them a sales pitch. I gave them the raw, undeniable math.

Elder Thompson, blessed with a unique and rare red hair which only his family bloodline possesses, gathered the remaining pack elders for a meeting, ng, being the eldest among them. "Yes, I agree with you; if Arthur has brought them to the pack, then I am sure he hopes to mate with them." Elder Green supported. He has the weirdest green body ever, Green eyes, and green hairs; his boys are a mixture of green, and so he was nicknamed Green. "We should head there immediately right?" Elder Sean said rising from his seat.

HELEN’S P.O.V. We called it the "Green Peace." For six months, Washington D.C. had been a paradise. A dangerous, overgrown, mosquito-infested paradise, but a paradise nonetheless. The Green Children tended the vertical farms on the skyscrapers. The Peacekeepers now just "The Keepers" cleared the rubble and built aqueducts. We thought we had won. We thought the Architect was the final boss. But nature hates a vacuum. And when you remove the Order... you make room for the

"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.

I asked, closing the door quickly and walking over to Ida’s bed. Nimu approached Ida and hovered his hands over her stomach. A pale green light illuminated the room, and I held my breath, afraid that something might go wrong. Nimu didn’t always have his head on straight, and I didn’t know what he could do. I watched him work on Ida closely. Despite his blind eyes, he moved with a grace that suggested he could see everything. He twirled his hands and pressed them gently onto Ida’s arms, and his green-coloured magic seeped into her skin. I remembered that green was the colour of healing, health, and renewal in the wielder’s energy wheel. Nimu must have been a skilled healer in his younger days

She could only blink her eyes and stared into his green eyes. Now that she saw him this close, she finally realized the beauty of his eye color. It reminded her of the evergreen forest. Liam’s eyes were so rich in green, and she couldn’t stop looking into them. Anita’s eyes weren’t as green as his.

He would be freed from the curse that the dragon had placed on him all those years ago. They say green is the strongest colour because it ignites the new season after the passing of wintry days, and in that her eyes were born strong, the green hue reminding us of sunshine and floral blooms. Her eyes were the hue of the new spring growth, bright and soft all at once. There were flecks of strength, of the kind of green that comes only as summer advances. And they were never more beautiful than when she cried, when her gentleness flowed over her cheeks, nor when she became the wise woman we came to depend on, decorated with laughter lines. Yet the soul and the eyes are ageless, and to Seth, so

Oli rolled his eyes and with a slight pout closed them. "Now imagine the forest. Verdant leaves moving slightly due to a soft breeze. The brown bark rough from the years of harsh weather. The sun shining down gretting the earth with its light. " Elder Nora advised and Oli did as he was told. Imagining what his surroundings which was a lot harder than it looked. He didn't know what yellow, green, or brown looked like he only knew what they felt like. Grass and leaves were soft yet damp from the morning dew. Brown was the feeling of roughness, yet could also be the color of something awful smelling. Yellow was the freedom he felt in the sun, at the joy of being with his sister, yellow was happ

Slowly we creep away from the hungry zombie kids feasting on a decayed body. As soon as we move a little bit away from the young zombies, my stomach begins to rumble and my knees feels heavy and stiff to move. I crouch down and throw up what's left in my stomach. Eddy helped me adjust my hair then he hands me a bottle of water to rinse my mouth. "I'm ok" I say to him. It's no use wasting water at this time of the world. "They are just kids," Larry says, "Green Virus knows no kid." Adam says and keeps moving.

“White represents sincerity and a fresh beginning. Perfect for a new promise.” Clara smiled, clearly pleased. “I love the meaning.” “For the outer frame,” Auri went on, sketching the final details of greenery, “I’ll use dark green ruscus to keep the shape structured. Not too wild. For a proposal, we want the arrangement to feel stable. Intentional.” Her pencil moved with quiet confidence, each line thoughtful, each flower chosen not only for its beauty, but for the story it would tell. Gia, standing beside her, leaned closer to study the sketch. “What about the ribbon?”