Kenapa Aku Hitam Novels & Stories

They deserved a better child. Ignoring the protests and warning my aching body gave me, I willed myself to stand. I needed air, I was feeling suffocated and choked in my own body. I made my way to my closet and took the first big thing my eyes caught sight of. My black hoodie. Which brought somewhat warmth to my soul because black in all it's glory held a mysterious aura; a prefect color for me because I was damned but not condemned. Most people associated it with ominous speculations but it was still a beautiful color.

"Fine! I'll eat 'Ultraman' again... And what's with that face? Did you sleep well? You look tired... Are you okay?" "Huh?... Well, I stayed up a bit... But it's nothing serious..." "Sure?" Sotomayor stroked his face right on his dark circles. "Dark circles don't suit your handsome face!" "Don't touch me! Go have breakfast!" He ordered, removing Sotomayor's hands and turning away so as not to see her. "Oriental Gray: Why do you call yourself Black Cat?... Black Cat: Because I'm a cat with nowhere to go. There's no place for a black cat that brings bad luck... Oriental Gray: Could it be that you've come across the wrong owner?"

“I wonder what their issue is. It’s not like your clothes don’t match. You look hot and sporty. So it can’t be some fashion faux pas that’s offended their trendy little senses.” Julianna rolled her eyes. “It’s because I’m black,” she told me dryly. I lifted my eyebrows. “Huh?” “They don’t think I belong here with you.” I stared at her a moment without speaking, then turned to study the gossiping women openly. “You think?”

“That’s someone’s mind.” Napaawang ang bibig ko bago napatango-tango, kasabay ng pagbalik ko ng tingin sa painting. Ngayon, naiintindihan ko na. Magulo ‘yon, madilim. ‘Yun ang laman ng utak ng taong maraming iniisip at maraming gustong sabihin pero hindi magawa. Naiintindihan ko na. “I used black paint because that someone has never found light that she wanted. Hindi niya nakita ang magbibigay ng liwanag sa magulo at madilim niyang isip . . .”

I immediately change my clothes. I wear a black jeans paired with my favourite black jacket and a black boots. Yes, I love black. Black brings comfort to me, but that doesn't mean that I am a bad person. Black colour doesn't really define evil. I don't believe in those colour meanings and symbols because I love black but I have pure intentions.

He croaked, "The world is all black and white. And humans were all colored gray. We're neither here, nor there. It all depends in our situation. We lash out or keep it in, no one can feel absolute nothing when faced with ridicule. We hate. We dislike. That's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm not a good person either, and I don't blame myself for it." "Are you saying that being a bad person is somehow acceptable?" "Nah." He frowned. Ritian himself find it hard to explain. "As I've said, humans were gray. We can be bad or good, but that's not a constant character. We change. Either time helps us or our mind gives us the reasons we badly needed for closure. By then, we will switch to a more brig

No one asked him about his favorite things, not even his liking for food. But Alice wondered if Livia asked him this type of question before. "What about color?" She asked. "Black." "Why Black?" "Because black is my color." "Why?" Dylan shook his head. "No reason." Alice looked at the flowers. 'Why is he like this?' She heard him again. "Black is the most powerful color. Once it is printed on something, no one can remove it. No color can change its existence." Alice nodded at him. "You are right."

Ernest chuckled. "I've never had a book thrown at my face." Ernest said. "I had." "Really? Why?" He asked curiously. "Well many would say it was because I was near white kids when I shouldn't be. Others would say it's because I didn't belong there at the time. Some people would even say they were afraid their kids would catch my melanin and turn stupid, but in short, because I'm black." Ernest got quiet and felt tense hearing her talk about this.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

"Here, on behalf of the Famous Store, I sincerely apologize to everyone." "Just now, I went down to call the experts together urgently to conduct relevant discussions and research on this door that has turned black." "According to our discussion, this black color is indeed rare. However, generally speaking, since he can change the color of this thing, he is actually related to a divine object." "Thus, I also officially announce that the black color created by this brother belongs to the fated individual. He is also able to participate in the auction." Everyone's gazes looked at Samuel after the master’s words sounded. However, there was not the slightest smile on Samuel's face. On the contra