My Little Pony Green Isn't Your Color Novels & Stories

With Arlo’s impeccable strength, it wasn’t long until colored dust started coming out from the piñata. Everybody held their breaths in anticipation as the color became more apparent. Is it blue or pink? I held Kairo’s hand tighter as the children continued to hit it. The piñata was now completely open, and color started oozing out from it. However, even after the color started showing, everybody was still confused. That’s because the color that started oozing out was green! Not blue, not pink, but green! What the hell does green even mean? We went closer to Dalton and threw him a glare.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

I spun toward the small dressing mirror by the wall. What I saw made my knees weaken. “What?” The word fell from my lips like a whisper. There it was. Clear as daylight. Green. My hair. My precious blue hair, the color I had known since birth, was streaked with sparkling green. Thin at first, then deeper as it spread through the strands like wildfire. The glow of it shimmered faintly under the light, unnatural, alive. “No, no, no…” My fingers clawed at it as if rubbing hard could wipe the color away. But it stayed, brighter with every touch.

Jimmy asked, pointing to the coloured lake. “It is beautiful, isn't it?" Nylian smiled. "It is called the Colouribus Conspiratus, the colours of unison. Do you see that couple over there?" he pointed to two strange creatures with green skin and a long pink tail. "Every colour has a meaning, an emotion, for example, red represents anger, white, peace, and pink, love. When they bathe inside, they will stay together forever, despite all the emotions and all the obstacles that will come up in the future. "Now it's all pink." Jimmy widened his eyes. "They must be very in love."

“Umm, technically, I’m both. But you can call me Lady Luna Quinn if that’s easier. What did you call Emerson’s mother when she was Luna?” “Lady Luna Grace.” “And she was so graceful.” “A perfect name.” “For a perfect Luna.” “A perfect Guardian.” “But that’s so hard to say.” “What was your question?” I ask, interrupting them. “Oh! Have you seen our witchy lights?” “Mine is yellow.” “Mine is green.” “Mine is pink.” “I haven’t seen any of them,” I say quickly before we go through the 152 colors of the giant crayon box that Maeve and Meadow used to create the colors.

Maybe this was the crazy aspect Rin was referring to. "Little extra, Ms. Green," he called. I turned my face toward him. "Ace's official color is this wine color. Make sure you don't get the wrong costume tomorrow." After finishing his words, he went back to sipping wine and playing tabs. "Green is your favorite color?" I asked. He glanced at me briefly, but the continued typing something on the screen. "I was accepted because my last name is Green?" Graciano put his attention to me. He chuckled, "Indeed, girls like to think a lot."

“The grass is colour green.” Niko dropped the colour and picked the colour yellow. “Is this green?” I frowned. “No, green as in apple or grass or trees. Try again.” Niko glanced at Lennon and the crayons nervously. This was the first time Niko has ever done this. He picked green and raised it towards me. “What colour are you holding?” I asked him gently. “Not red.” Niko replied. Now I was worried. I pointed at myself. “What colour is dad?”

-Karen- The pink pixie hopped off my shoulder and patted the table twice. I set the goblet down and sighed. “Each drink's color has meaning.” The little pixie said, catching me off guard. “Clear water to help clear the mind. Wine is the color of passion and green is the color of growth. Not surprisingly, you're a very passionate person who puts others first. But there is a drawback to that- You lack balance and that causes different types of chaos for you.”

It does every time she laughed, smiled, or giggled. ‘That sound is so glorious,’ I said, my voice a dreamy whisper as I suddenly felt fatigue wash over me. ‘So, what color am I now?’ ‘It is. Everything about her is different,’ Elian murmured. “You have three colors swirling above you. Green, pink, and white.” I howled into the air. ‘How about now?’ “Yellow,” Anisa answered, still staring at the top of my head in awe. “I wish I could change color too.”

They are trying their very best to restore us back together as the family we used to be and i couldn't be more grateful. " Purple reminds me of rain and that shade of blue is too dark" I scrunched up my face and squinted my eyes in the direction of the tiny blue bottle. "ookay, what of green?" she asked again searching for the bottle in the box. " my feet will look like it's sprouting leaves" She whipped her head in my direction like what I just said was an utter abuse to Green nail polish industry. "wow, alright then. What of pink?"