Green Skin Novels & Stories

We have nothing left to lose because we have nothing left, period. "We'll go with the green one," Mom says firmly. "My gut says the other one is deliberately plain just to confuse us. The miracle drug must be the one that looks a bit more... unusual. Think about it. Green has always been used to represent evil in literature, and they’ve intentionally made the miracle drug green because they want us to associate it with something sinister, rather than a cure-all. The other one looks plain, almost like holy water—but that's exactly the trick, right? They want us to believe the plain one is the true drug, when the unappealing one is actually the real deal."

Zuri says and the Puelos all nod. They go on to describe their planet's difference from Kea and we all ask questions, which doesn't seem to bother them, until the announcer cuts in again. "Time to rotate ladies. Bronkark, Kea, blue. Earth, Glortinon, red. Vaal, Cok, yellow. Frole, Shikaz, orange. Makskin, Hassin, Peulo, green. Please take your seats your fourth course will be a smooth juice from Gaimo," he says and we stand up.

After their jewelry shopping, Natalie led Sara to a clothing store. The clothing store was filled with an array of elegant garments, each vying for attention. But amidst the vibrant colors and exquisite designs, one particular green-colored gown caught Sara's eye. It was a floor-length gown, made of flowing silk fabric in a shade of emerald green. The bodice was adorned with delicate lacework, accentuating the feminine curves, while the skirt cascaded down gracefully, creating a mesmerizing silhouette. As Sara's gaze fell upon the gown, her eyes widened with awe. She felt an instant connection, as if the dress had been tailor-made for her. The vibrant shade of green seemed to mirror her own

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

Flying above the forest, looking down at my ancestral lands, I couldn’t believe how enchanted the woods were. All of the leaves were bright green, a vibrant emerald that caught the sun’s rays and dazzled, the leaves dancing in the air. The patches of grass I could see between the thick, brown trunks of the trees were also that same bright green color. Everything looked healthy and alive, which surprised me a little since the evilness of Verina Crow had so quickly blackened and killed the part of my forest in Montana that she’d touched. Why hadn’t Grimly Grouse turned this forest into a black, decaying wasteland? Was it possible that the reason the forest looked so alive and vibrant was becau

With a grunt, she dragged it around herself, using all her strength to fight its thrashing and slash at its neck right under the frill for a clean kill— Green. Vibrant, breathtaking green, a cross between the hue of a pure emerald and the green of verdant grass and clovers in the lushest of meadows. Then clear blue water, sparkling under the sun, a whole pool of it under the shade of drooping palm trees with fronds as large as she was tall—

But part of me was pissed, too. I flopped down on the couch next to my lifelong friend and rolled my eyes at her boobs popping out of her push-up bra and tank top this early in the morning. "Are you leaving here to go work a pole somewhere? You look like a hooker. All you need is bright-red lipstick. I have a great shade of polish for your nails if you want to borrow it." "We've talked about this before, Giselle. Green is not your color. It just makes you look sick."

“Haha ok. Next question. What’s your favorite color?” “Previously I would have said blue, but now it’s the color of your eyes. I could get lost for days just staring into your eyes looking at the different shades of brown and a little green there.” “Oh, um my eyes don’t have any green though.” “Yes they do. Just a little bit and only sometimes. When your emotions get stronger there is a slight ring of green that appears on the outer edges of your irises.” “I guess that could make sense. My dad’s eyes are green so there’s some gene for it in me somewhere.” We go back and forth a bit until we get closer to the territory.

However, if I’m lucky, he may have on a make-up that exposes his green eyes. There would be tens of people with green eyes in this convention, true. But the difference between their own and Blank’s is that his is spectacular. The color of his eyes are not among the tens, or the hundreds, or the thousands, or the millions. His is unique and special. And it’s what makes him stand out all the more. My make-up is represents Grinch—even though it’s not Christmas—while my attire is a shimmering black sleeveless gown with zigzag hems, which I top it with a woolen green shawl draped on my shoulders and a pair of green glittering wedge shoes to match.

It was beautiful but eerie, a colour I’d never seen on myself before. I tried to calm my racing heart, took a few steady breaths, and watched as the green glow dimmed, fading into a deep, forest-green hue that seemed somehow… natural yet unfamiliar. I couldn’t look away, captivated by the sight, but a strange unease settled over me. I searched my memories, trying to recall if either of my parents had green eyes. But no, neither of them did. This colour, this strange flickering, felt like a mystery locked deep within me, something I’d never noticed or known until now.