Pale Blue Novels & Stories

He packed them up, and made his way towards the refrigerator aisles hoping to find water. On his way there he heard something, he froze and Listened. Then he was sure. It was heavy breathing. The Pales were frightening, the biggest stood eight feet tall and were a formidable entity. They had claws to tear their prey apart like a lioness tearing into a meal. A Pale’s arms hung very long and their legs were lengthy as well.

“And he’s got these big, bright blue eyes, almost like he was wearing those colored contacts.” “You mean, like pastel or a piercing shade of bright blue?” “I don’t know, exactly,” I said. “When I was a kid, there was this crayon in my box of Crayolas that was called Periwinkle. It was kind of like that, it was the rarest eye color I’ve ever seen. It was the lightest blue ever, as blue as the sky. I don’t know who he is, but I’ve gotta find

"What do you want to know, Bloom?" I shrugged lightly. "Favourite colour—and movie?" Zac's eyes squinted as he chuckled. He hummed for a moment. "Blue and Pulp Fiction." I nodded slowly. "Why blue?" His head cocked to the side as he looked out ahead at the world sprawled out in front of us. "It reminds me of the ocean." I bit on my bottom lip to stop my smile from stretching miles. I would have never seen it coming—Zac Miller being soft and sentimental. It was endearing.

It got so bad I yelled at Liana until she left. I absolutely love cakes but if I never see another cake for the next five months I will be very grateful. My taste buds feel like they’ve done enough work for a year, they need a vacation. And who knew that there were over ten different shades of blue? Blue is a color, any is fine but Carmen kept on saying that royal blue wouldn’t go with bubblegum pink and fire truck red. Who names colors like that?

she urged. I was having a huge brainstorm and it was bliss. I carefully curated a palette of shimmering whites, creams, and pale grays, evoking the moon's gentle glow. “Okay,” I said, surprised by my creativity that evening. I had a flashback of my night with Xavier under the moon. “Why don't we throw in some blue?” I thought. I added a hint of iridescent blue, like the moon's subtle shimmer in the night sky. The colors seem to shift and change as the light catches them, just like the moon's phases.

"It must be a rare butterfly from Oregon, Ma'am. It's called Leona's Little Blue." The woman blinked at Sky. "You're very smart. Have you ever seen it in person?" Sky shook her head. "No, I saw it in a magazine. Mama read it for me. There aren't many of them anymore. They're rare. I'm very afraid that they will become extinct. Their color is very beautiful, Ma'am. Bluish white, just like the color of your brooch. Your niece is so nice to give such a special gift." The woman chuckled. Her shoulders felt light now. She didn't need to be ashamed of others. She also had something to be proud of.

She realized it was best not to push into the storm clouding his mind, even though she had little insight into its cause. They both stood in silence, taking in the beauty of the painting before them. In the heart of the canvas, a vast expanse of cerulean blue stretches endlessly, embracing the horizon with its tranquil hue. Wisps of fluffy cumulus clouds dance gently across the sky, their edges tinged with a soft, ethereal white, floating lazily as if carried by a whispering breeze. The blue sky acts as a captivating backdrop, imbuing the scene with a sense of boundless serenity and a promise of endless possibilities. Its seamless gradient, from the deepest azure at its zenith to the paler,

Without even having exchanged a word with Gale, I scoop Leo and Phoebe up in my arms. "My god you look so cute. Mummy did a great job with the two of you." Leo is wearing a light blue tux with a tiny fly and Phoebe has a light blue dress with tiny white flowers covering it. Kiara knows how much I love seeing light blue on her, giving the perfect contrast to her pale skin and hair colour. While our babies have my eyes, they've both got their mum's beautiful ginger hair colour and the pale skin. Light blue is perfect on them.

“Bluey!! You finally came. For a second I thought you abandoned me and left me to rot here. Can you imagine Amanda even came here to tell me you wouldn't come and that Isabel wasn't my child, such nonsense”. Mr gold chuckled weakly. Bluey stood tall with her shiny blue dress and dark shades to hide all the evil behind her eyes. It seems blue was her favorite color just like her name. Isabel stood just beside her mother, her face nonchalant and calm.

“What is this thing made of? Iron and lead?” Emerson watched as Raven carried Porsche to the modules. The moment Porsche was placed in the center, the modules’ light intensified, casting the room in a surreal blue glow. “What the hell—” Raven started, but his voice faltered as a translucent barrier began to form. The light solidified into a crystalline dome, encasing Porsche in a cocoon of shimmering blue hue. “Do you see that?” Raven asked, his voice low but filled with wonder and bewilderment.