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

"Go ahead, little one. I’ll just clean the slobber off later.” The sky was clear of snow clouds and painted a dusky periwinkle color. The innumerable stars glittered across that canvas, bright and colorful. Faline stared up and up, taking in as much detail as she possibly could. Since she lost her farfetched sight, Faline had decided to burn these images into her memory as best she could.

"What are we going to do now? Paint?" "Yup. A blank canvas and a set of colours is the best way to express your emotions out there. It reminds you that your imagination is limitless. Like the sky." His eyes stare at the sky through the window that almost matches the color of his orbs. "You see the blue of the sky? A beautiful shade. Looks like the higher energy didn't leave any color out to paint this world. Centuries before, the men used to communicate or tell stories through art. That's why I think that everyone is an artist in their own way. Painting their story in the blank canvas of life. And remember" he looks at me." when it comes to that blank canvas of life, make it as colorful as p

I just… kept running. Didn’t keep track of time, didn’t know how to. The sky had never changed for five hundred years. It was a night twenty-four hours. I read about a word called ‘Day’ in history books. It was the time when the Sun replaced the moon. Pictures showed skies in blue, white, red, orange colours. But from the time I remember, I had always seen the sky in shades of grey and black. People said the day was dead and night and cold would prevail for eternity. Knowing that my death was only a few steps away from me, I had this really ravaging urge to see a white sky and feel the light that people said was warmer but gentler than fire.

I said. He gives me the Hannah Montana expression as if I've just revealed myself. Or at least attempt," I continue. Simply put, "I'd prefer not talk to the douche." Don't call him that, I tell him as I prod him in the side with my elbow. He averts his gaze. The sky is a lovely shade of pink as the sun is almost completely set. The quiet sea reflects the sun in the most stunning way. It appears to be such art. The creation of God. I wish I could visit and paint this.

My heartbeat quickened. “Who are you?” The girl tilted her head. “I was your friend.” The words landed softly. Yet they struck me harder than any revelation before them. “My friend?” She nodded. “We used to draw stars on the walls.” A strange ache spread through my chest. Stars. Another fragment surfaced. A small hand covered in blue crayon. A little girl laughing. “That’s not how stars look!” “They do in my sky.” The memory vanished before I could hold onto it. I pressed a hand against my forehead.

Aiden's POV Daryl Watkins inserted the straw into his drink, took a couple of sips, and his eyes lit up at once. "Oh my, you actually remembered! You remembered that I said I liked extra mocha sauce in my java chip frappe! You're the best, Bridget!" Bridget Ellison casually replied, "When have I ever forgotten anything you said?" The other people in the room also agreed loudly with her. "Alright, we all know that you remember every single thing about us!"

I couldn’t seem to concentrate. No matter how much I tried to focus on the painting in front of me, my mind kept drifting back to this morning. I love you, Elara. The words still sounded surreal to hear. I kept on replaying them in my head until I was smiling like an idiot. I dipped my paintbrush into the gray paint before dragging it across the canvas. I paused when I realized what I did as I stepped back. The color was completely wrong. I wasn’t painting the sky anymore.

“Do your worst.” “You hush,” I scolded him, dipping my finger in black paint before catching his bottom lip, dragging it through his stubble and down his chin. “I’m working.” Evan chuckled, but didn’t say anything more as I dipped my brush in the shade of vermilion I’d picked for the base. Across his chest, I painted a red sky, blending darker and lighter reds to create angry, ominous storm clouds above an inky black sea that spanned his abdomen.