Novel & Cerita I Paint The Whole Sky Red Do You Remember That

“It will be weird if you call me by my last name when everyone here calls me Red.” “Ah,” I exclaimed, breathing out when he rose to his seat and walked toward the large glass window. I began to murmur, “Roses are red, violets are blue…” I sighed, forgetting the next lines, so I decided to come up with my own. “But please, Red, fill my life with hue.”

He’s trying to remember memories of the past where he was happy, running freely under the orange sky. Old memories that he’s forgotten a long time ago, memories of when he was very young and lived life like an ordinary child. At that time the whole family was camping on the shores of a beautiful lake. Alex can remember that time they were pleased. Laughing and joking while running under the orange sky. Good memories never come again. Alex also painted a beautiful view of the lake and orange sky with the help of pieces of his memory. Time passed until Alex finally finished his painting and the sky was dark. He was so immersed in painting that he didn’t realize time was passing quickly.

I pick up my brush and resume where I left off. The sky is different today, but I’m trying to picture how it was yesterday when I met Lev. The only thing I can remember was how blue his eyes were. I mix a few colors together to get the perfect hue, and I put it down on the canvas. Perfect. It’s just like the color of his eyes, only it doesn’t have the same wicked intentions baked into it. It’s a bit friendlier. My phone buzzes again. I let out a sigh, checking it again.

Soon another thought clouded her mind with doubts. Give me the sky and I'll paint it blue, Give me the earth and I'll paint it red, I'm the goddess of my own soul, Give me the love and I'll paint you aglow... All Hearts !

The roads themselves can hardly be called roads anymore such most of them are gone, leaving giant gaps. "This is the outside," the package asks, shielding her eyes as she looks at the sky. "Where's the sun?" "It's behind the clouds of poison," I say, pulling Rebecca up and out before putting the sewer cover back. "Oh." "Shit," Rebecca says, turning around. "It has been a while since I was up here. Why the hell is the sky red?" "It's the fumes from the chimeras' spaceships. For the last 20 years, they've been leaking some sort of toxic fumes. Why do you think we need these?"

Reddish colour we had in our eyes when we became more angry or felt relaxed after a long nap. It's the sun who doesn't want to come but he used to because of his mother. Punctuality always matters if our motive of fame. It's not like he wasn't famous. He is still famous ; in winters with All Lots of love, in summers with unbelievable extent of heats of billions. After we cried, the colour of relaxation coloured made us feel good in the whole sky.

“Kind of like what happened when I first saw you.” My cheeks burned instantly. “Cheesy.” “The guitar is red. Your name is Red. Your favorite color is red. And now your face is red too.” He smirked. “You’re basically a tiny tomato, Red.” I was too embarrassed even to respond. At that moment, all I could think was— Please let a meteor fall from the sky and put me out of my misery.

Danny stated as I shaded in my clouds. I tried not to think about how horrible my life must have been before I lost my memories. I couldn’t imagine wanting to sit around at a desk for all my life. I forced myself to turn them out and started to make a sunset the best I could. “Maybe next time I can bring my paints.” I mumbled as I turned my pen to the side and tried to lighted the shade of the pen. “I think it’s amazing without color.” Lucas stated as he rested his chin on my shoulder and stared down at my picture.

Her hair was spread around her and her hands were trying to reach something. One of the men was holding a baby too. "This piece is called 'BIRTHRIGHT' " the man was saying. "I painted it from memory. I have painted this scene eleven times across the years and this is the version I kept." He paused and smiled. "It's the night that changed everything for me. That night I understood that some moments don't even belong to you but to something larger." My heart began to beat faster as my fists tightened. This looked super familiar to me. I knew for a fact that it wasn't just any idea. It was my mother. It was my story. Why was he telling it like the idea came from the sky when he was showering?

Dad, Liam, Heather… Everyone… Everyone… My gaze moves to the sky, and moon of the darkest bloodiest red watches me. I swear I can see blood falling from the moon at rocket speed hitting the ground. The end. This is the end.