Pale Blue Novels & Stories

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.

“Gabi says that blue is in for brides this spring, but I’m not sure that –” Elise’s amber eyes lit up. “No! Really?” “Really – what?” Sarah said, startled. “Is blue a horrible idea?” “Good Lord, no.” Elise looked thrilled. “I think blue is gorgeous, but so few women think that they can pull it off, and they stick with white or cream.” “You think I can pull it off?” Sarah asked timidly. “With that coloring?” Elise gazed at her fiery curls falling around her porcelain skin, at her clear blue eyes. “No darn doubt.”

"I look like I’ve been dipped in fountain pen ink!" "No, no!" I insisted, gesturing wildly to the stunned reporter. "Zis is... ze Royal Blue! In ancient texts, ze kings of old would turn zis color to show ze purity of zeir blood! It is a miracle!" "It’s a lawsuit!" Alaric screamed, his hands fly-swatting at his own face. "Evelyn! Do something! Get this... this blue off me!" Beatrice, recovering her professional instincts, signaled the cameraman. "Get the shot! 'The Prince of Blue Blood', this is going viral in five minutes!"

As we started eating, the conversation slowly returned to the woods. Dennis was listening more than talking now. “So you mean to say…” he began carefully, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “when they die, their skin turns pale blue?” I froze for a second. “Yes,” Cynthia answered before I could. “Pale blue. Like the life has been drained out of them.” I swallowed slowly. “Their bodies look like something sucked everything out of them,” I added quietly. Dennis’ fingers paused mid-air. For the first time, he actually looked disturbed.

she says as the pink that I love fills her cheeks. Grandma Helen's smile grows as she bounces on the balls of her feet, obviously excited and proud of what she's about to do. "When I heard you'd chosen mint as one of your colors, I was worried. But then..." She reaches into her giant purse. "...I learned that mint really means blue-green. And you know that A****n has lots of color choices and with Prime..." My smile grows as Kimbra's cheeks continue to redden. "Grandma."

A very beautiful young woman with silver-gray hair and blue eyes color, who seems to be around the age of twenty, came out of the arrival point of entry in country M with three adorable kids. A girl and two boys. On a closer look, the three children look soo identical. The only difference is their hair color. The girl looks so adorably cute with her ombre hair and blue eyes, just like her mother's. Her long ombre hair reaches down to her waist, and her looks were complimented with a cute baby blue embroidery Bardot dress that compliments her eyes.

Mama gushed as she began to shed tears. "Ma mamma, il bulbo oculare di Pablo è blu, questi carini hanno il bulbo oculare grigio" (But mama, Pablo's eyeball are blue, these cutie are having gray colored eyeballs) Martina argued. Only for mama who was Emotional, to pick up her slippers and stone them on Martina who ran for her dear life.

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”