Green Light Novels & Stories

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

"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.

Apparently, they thought I'd haunt them in their dreams if they stared at me for too long. I lift up the clean shiny silver spoon and looked at my reflection through the stainless steel. My light green eyes clash with the ones of my reflection. My irises were the color of a light minty green but that wasn't what creeped them out. It was the color of my pupils. They were the color of lavender.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

The light danced around us like disco strobe lights, reflecting the hues of indigo, red, orange, green, yellow, and blue. It was like a rainbow had come down from the skies to grace us with light. What is this?

They have to stop. ‘Green’ is a different word. There are mixed views about using it. “Green, I am happy, and everything is fine.” “Green, I am okay.” These can be said throughout the play to let your Master know you’re okay. Sometimes, when you say ‘Yellow’, and your reason why, your Master may slowly stop everything. If you’re too exhausted to take any more mentally or physically, they will more than likely slow down and stop. It depends on your reason.

Only him—only the great Marco Alessi—could ask me for something like this, and I would grant him. I nodded slowly, responding. "I can do that." A tender smile flashed as he murmured, "My brave girl." My girl. There's some indulging sweetness in those words. "Now, your safe words." He gave a quick thought. "I want you to stick to red, yellow, and green for now. Red stops everything, yellow for slowing down, and green means—" I cut him in. "I am thoroughly enjoying it?" He laughed, tipping his head back. "Yes, something like that."

I finally saw the source of the blue light, my jaw dropping and eyes widening with disbelief, shock and more shock. It was a gated path just like the one leading to his mansion. Unlike that one, the ground wasn't paved but was a neat, smooth green path. The grass wasn't just green, it was literally glowing chrysoprase, the beautiful apple green colour luminated and brightened the ground. The ground outside the path of chrysoprase was normal plain but smooth grass, connecting to the trees.

Lily had her digital drawing pad on the table, and was showing me how to make eye-catching graphics. “Did you know that red and yellow tend to make humans hungry?” she remarked as she worked, her face quickly turning pink at her choice of words. “Er—I mean—people.” Pretending I didn’t notice her blunder, I nodded and jotted that down in my notebook. “And blue and green tend to facilitate trust, right?” Lily beamed. “Yes! That’s why government websites and charity organizations tend to use those colors. They want to make hum—people feel at ease.”

"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.