Pale Blue Novels & Stories

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few

The next morning, as Theo sat down for his homeschooling session with Teacher Mike and Mama Hazel, his mind was buzzing with curiosity and questions. With a sparkle in his eyes, Theo looked up at Teacher Mike and asked, "Why is the sky blue, Teacher Mike?" Teacher Mike smiled at Theo's inquisitive nature and began to explain, "Well, Theo, the sky appears blue because of the way sunlight interacts with the Earth's atmosphere. When sunlight reaches the Earth, it is made up of different colors, like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The blue light from the sun is scattered in all directions by the gases and particles in the atmosphere, making the sky above us look blue."

This was going to be a much more pleasant evening than I had originally anticipated. "How about you, Maxwell?" I asked. "What's your favorite color?" He hesitated for a moment, as if unsure how to answer. But then he spoke, his voice sounding a bit hesitant. "I think I'd have to say blue," he said, his eyes fixed on the table. "It's just a peaceful color, you know?" I could tell he was still a bit nervous, "Blue is a lovely choice," I responded. "It's a color that can be both calm and vibrant, depending on the shade. It's like the sky, always changing, always beautiful."

I could still smell the lingering sweet but alluring scent of lemons. The room was like that of Azalea, or even better. It was painted in royal blue. Everything from the curtains, to the bed spread and the rug on the floor was royal blue with a little touch of white. All in all, the room was fit for a princess or a queen even.

I hated that thing with a passion. Another group stepped forward but this time, they wanted my opinion on color palettes. “Baby blue, Arctic blue or Pacific blue?” They asked, showing me four corner folded napkins that looked similar in color. “Baby blue?” I said, uncertainly. “Wrong!” Abigail declared. “Pacific blue is the best choice.” “Oh wow. Thanks.” I muttered. “Pacific blue it is!” Next, they brought little card palettes for table cloths. “White, gold or mauve purple?”

It was the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen, purer than the sky after rain, purer than blue hydrangeas. "If I had known your eye color was close to sky blue when designing the courtyard for your villa, I should have replaced the deep blue catmint with sky blue hydrangeas or sky blue lobelias. There should have been more sky-blue pebbles on the cobblestone path leading to your stargazing spot," Alicia murmured her thoughts unintentionally.

"Mom has this too,they call it pro something, though not sure" "Pro what?What the hell is wrong with me?I don't want magic please hope I don't want this,no it's definitely not that I think I'm suffering from a rare cancer"Si jie rant,hope scoff. " Named what?"A small smile grease hope lips,Si jie calm down a little racking her brain to think of a name. "Something blue, blueish cancer I assume, no blueterrisg cancer" " There's nothing like that"

The sky stretches above in strange hues, not the black I’m used to, but a pale glowing blue, as if dawn is stuck in a loop here. “I know right?” Blaire says with this wild grin, like she’s proud of showing me. “It’s beautiful… Even though it’s my home, it still amazes me every time I pass through the woods. And wahhh, this cool air—feels like it was made to wash sins away.”

The results are… unsettling. They don’t just make a blue leaf. They pour all their newly-awakened, clumsy wonder into it, and the leaf becomes a profound, shimmering sapphire that sings a quiet, lonely song about the concept of blueness. It’s beautiful. It’s also a bit much.

When their eyes met, the blonde killer gave Eugene a very attractive smile. The sunlight coming through the window reflected off his magnificent blonde hair, making it sparkle as if golden dust had been sprinkled. His unblemished white skin was like porcelain, and his handsome and beautiful features took one's breath away several times more than the memory from last night. And his blue eyes. Those deep blue eyes that seemed to pull you in just by looking at them briefly had such a clear and intense blue color that all the blue eyes Eugene had seen before seemed like rotten fish eyes in comparison.