Lighter Shade Of Grey Novels & Stories

"Excuse me?" She slowly came forward and I noticed her eyes were a green, almost the same shade as mine. She lifted her hands to her mouth, tears filled her eyes and I noticed she was shaking. I glanced confusedly at Amaya to find her glaring at the small woman in front of us.

"Green, gold and grey. Grey table runners. Green will be the flowers. Gold could be the accent colour. The rest will be white. But that's just an example." "I have a few pictures", Mary chimed in and laid them out in front of us. Michael and I took a good look at the pictures. To my surprise, Michael loved the pale pink, sage and grey colour scheme with the golden pops of colour, as well as the last two pictures Mary had shown us.

That felt like luxury. Grey had noticed changes in himself lately. Not dramatic ones–nothing that would stop traffic but enough that people saw it. The dark circles under his eyes had faded. His shoulders sat lower, less hunched under invisible weight. He'd bought new shirts the week before, ones that actually fit instead of hanging off him like apologies. Lisa had insisted, pulling him through a shop with the determination of a woman on a mission. "You walk differently now," she'd said. "Your clothes should match."

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

I refuse to carry the fucking thing that way and place it on a belt attachment I carry for just this reason. Alphonso is sitting behind the glass at the first entrance and I give him a wave. He speaks on his radio and I'm immediately buzzed through the heavy door, wait for it to close, and hear the buzz of the second door. Gray is the color scheme of choice throughout the entire building-every wall, every door, every counter. You would think they'd use baby-shit yellow to accent the smell.

“Surely they’re displacing the balance anyway.” “Because they have been called upon by the grey.” Grandma Rosie shook her head and looked up, as though untangling her explanation and putting it into simple terms we would understand. “Grey will still exist in many shades, be it darker or lighter at any given moment. The fluctuation of the souls that live here can make it darker or lighter anyway. But white cannot be grey, and neither can black. Creatures from the above or below cannot travel to that which they did not come from.”

“Mine are boring brown.” “Are you kidding?” he asked. “I’ll have you know they’re quite captivating.” I laughed. “Okay.” His eyes narrowed. “You don’t believe me?” I shook my head. “Why do you look offended?” I asked between laughs. “They’re my eyes, not yours.” “Yeah, and I’m offended that you’re looking down on yourself. Mine are a cold grey, yours are a warm brown. Have you seen how they change colours depending on the light? Plus when I look at you, it’s like you’re looking straight into my soul.”

My palms didn't fail at all, I rubbed them against each other to reduce the sweat. Curse my sweaty palms. After many years of getting to the 5th floor we finally reached. The brightness ended and all the lights on the 5th were dim. Kaiden is really into the dark side, I thought. The whole foor is painted with nude gray color. This is what Kaiden's world looks I guess.