Heavenly White Paint Novels & Stories

Before her stood a masterpiece born from the depths of her soul, each brushstroke telling a story of resilience, hope, and the unwavering power of love. The painting was a breathtaking portrayal of a serene landscape, with rolling hills bathed in the soft light of dawn. The sky above was a canvas of pastel hues, blending seamlessly from shades of pink and orange to hints of lavender and gold. It was a scene of tranquil beauty, a sanctuary of peace amidst the chaos of the world.

Velvetouch, maybe even a Kolinsky or two. The paint? Golden Fluid Acrylics. Not all of them, but enough. The essentials. Crimson. Indigo. Antique gold. Obsidian black. The kind of colors that made your heart race just imagining what they’d look like on canvas. The glass palette had fingerprints on it… like someone had tested it out, just to make sure it was perfect. I stepped closer. My knees were weak. My chest, tightening. It was everything I loved. Everything I couldn’t afford.

"I feel very proud of you because I have a very great and wonderful father." Father seemed pleased with the praise I gave him. "Oh, yes, father. I intend to change the paint of our house because the color looks very dark. Maybe we should order quite a lot of paint." The color of the house we were staying in was actually very beautiful, but I didn't like the paint, which seemed dull and needed to be replaced. "Why do you want to replace it?" "Because of the paint, I don't think I like the color, which is very dark and doesn't match the atmosphere of the house that I want. It's colorful, and I want to use sky blue or white." The color is very nice and gives a new vibe to it.

Paintbrushes of various sizes, their bristles like delicate feathers, stood tall in jars filled with water. Tubes of paint, vibrant and inviting, lay scattered in organized chaos. Pencils of all shades and hardness, waiting to leave their mark on canvas, beckoned me to take them in my hand. And there, in the center of it all, rested pristine white canvases, their surfaces smooth and unblemished, like promises of boundless creativity

“Everything else comes from the paint.” “Agreed,” Diana said. They had been agreeing with each other, I had noticed, with increasing frequency. Not about everything they were both too particular for that but about the things that mattered. The structural things. The things that were right. “What colour?” I asked. They looked at each other. A brief, efficient exchange. The particular communication of two women who had reached the same conclusion by different routes and were confirming that the routes had converged. “Warm white,” Diana said. “Not cold white. Not cream. Warm white the kind that holds colour well.”

"Fixing a few broken things and painting." "Sure. How much do you pay?" "Don't worry about that. If most of the work is done by the end of today, you will be rewarded handsomely," replied Ava. "Where do I start?" "We start by purchasing the paint I need. I need instant dry paint. I will need my walls all painted in white and the floor in black, including the ceiling. I will also need help in cleaning the front. Maybe plant some flowers." "I will get this done. Just head to the next store, two blocks from this one, and ask for fast-dry paint, including the equipment I must have."

Heaven blinding me! I open my eyes, the direct flash on my eyes made me see tiny stars, I blink a few times to adjust to the heavens lighting system. I see a high glass ceiling, the glass has mosaic artworks made up of blue glass and a crescent moon in the middle of it made of white glass. It is definitely heaven, such a piece of art only Jesus can afford. My eyes travel further and I see a ceiling fan with a fancy chandelier in the middle of it, glistening and casting tiny white stars reflection on the walls. It shines brightly, it is definitely made of diamonds. But fan? Seriously? Is it summer in heaven?

He will be so mad if he finds out and I am already overstepping. Back in the kitchen, I gather the paint I am going to use and head out of the cabin to the plastic that I laid down on the grass. I will do the spray painting here and then the finer work inside. I know we agreed to do white and black, but the flower needs to stand out more. I got the color exactly like the flower in “Beauty and the Beast”. It will look beautiful with a black background. With a determined breath, I start to spray the paint carefully on the paper. I hope some of Kate’s artistic skills come out to help me. I do not want to mess this up.