Green Skin Novels & Stories

“You’re lucky you have such nice teeth. You shouldn’t, all things considered.” He takes two steps to stand behind me. I ignore his glare and reach for the lotion. “What is that on your face?” “A facemask.” “Why is it green?” I briefly hold his gaze. “Because it’s made of seaweed. I got it at the market.” “What does it do?” He leans forward, his chest brushing the top of head, and rifles through the new jars and bottles resting in a row near the faucet. “It’s good for me, for one. Two, I’ve been spending too much time in the sun, and I’m getting freckles. Apparently, sunscreen isn’t a thing in KiloKilo.”

This altar in front of him now had a godly, comforting familiarity to it. In a way that felt both piercing and reserved, her green jewel eyes were peering into his soul, framing narrow slits that seemed to peel away his clothes, his skin, and even his flesh, and examine his soul. In her body, small strips of iridescent red ran the length of the green scales, which had a pearly sheen and a predominantly purple shine, with the other colors of the spectrum appearing more muted, giving the woman an overall blue and light tint. The scales glittered in the light. Returning Darwin's gaze upward, he saw a network of green veins running from its eyebrows to its eyes. There were also ridges rising fro

17 January 2014 Green – the middlemost color in the spectrum is also representative of life itself. It is presumably the product of the transition of colors from fiery red to ambivalent orange then mellow yellow. To continue this illustration, let us also assume that blue must be the color of freedom, indigo for righteous anger and indignation and violet for all our grievances, frustrations, and misgivings. Colors are just varying shades of gray perceptible to the eyes, discounting any visual impairment, of the animal species and the rest of the image-capturing gadgets. These tints and hues are only appreciated in the presence of light since its absence would only result to complete abysmal

I gestured to our slumbering sisters. Gia’s honey brown eyes swirled and changed to emerald green, a sign that her power was slipping. It happens a lot when she’s frustrated. Her long red hair falling in curls to her waist, the green of her peasant dress making her eyes stand out sharply. Taking deep breaths, she gained her composure, her eyes returning to their honey brown color. Like all pixies, she had wing tattoos on her back; hers were vivid, shades of greens, pinks and browns, the colours of the earth element she controlled.

“No? Why would they—wait, do I look sick or something?” I set down my fork and gave him a look that indicated I was not playing. “Your eyes. They’re… different.” He became motionless, and I watched as the humor drained from his face. “What do you mean ‘different’?” He asked, his voice a little quieter. “I mean…” I leaned in a little more. “It’s like they’re changing color. The green is fading. There’s gold in them. Not like a trick of the light... real gold.” I said, and he froze. “What?” “Gold… it’s like taking over the green.”

enjoyable and their wildlife flourishes. The people there match their planet even better than we match ours. They all have deep brown skin and dark green eyes. They like to surround themselves with nature. They like quiet and solitude. They typically have small families and are rather shy when conversing with someone outside of their immediate family. There are five of them competing. The planet Makskin has the harshest environment. The air there is hard to breathe at times and the rain that falls there can burn. But they have built domes that encapsulate their cities, so their people live in an environment that is controlled now. The Makskin people are all different shades of burgundy. The

’We are above this. Artemis. The voice of reason. I take her advice and choose the high road. “You know, green really isn’t your color.” I say to her. She sneers at me. “Are you color blind? I’m not wearing green.” I give her what I hope is a kind smile. “Green. It’s the color associated with emotions like envy and jealousy. They aren’t attractive on anyone, and that includes you.” “And why would I be jealous of you?” She practically spits out.

My true nature was revealed when my skin appeared in the sunlight, and I didn't want anyone to know my secret. But how could this be happening now, in this dimly lit café? I couldn't make sense of it, and my heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to hide my skin from Athen's view. The cracking of my skin was accompanied by a strange sound, like the sound of cracking ice. It was a sound that was both eerie and mesmerizing. I quickly crossed my legs, hoping to cover up the green light before it could be noticed.

As Claude continued to chase Tasha she noticed something very strange that would have made her stop in her tracks if it didn’t mean she would lose Tasha. Her skin was…loosing its color! She would have just said she was pale but this wasn’t the case. Tasha wasn’t just pale in the way that people go because they’re sick or as a reaction to something…Tasha’s skin looked unsightly; like a pale bluish green.

’’ I asked rather pissed, not that I was not okay with the color choice for the first dress but that the green outfit for the court was getting under my skin. It was not my best color and it was not forest green, lighter, and knowing I will stand out more than I would want to in such a color only pissed me off even more. ‘’Every color as I said is important, royal blue for the morning is good because it is your very first meeting with the elders. It shows dedication and support for you people, while green is a sign you will be fair and always look out for your kind, for such an occasion as judging of the werewolves, your color code shows neutral, and green shows you will accept and obey any