Rainbow High Art Novels & Stories

A pastel blue flyer, stuck on crookedly almost torn away by the wind. Art Exhibition: "Colors of the Sea and Sky” Saturday – Sunday, Rainbow Sea Gallery Open to the public I stared at it for a second. An art exhibition? My hand reached out carefully pulling the flyer free so it wouldn’t rip. The paper was soft and the design beautiful. There was a brushstroke of blue mixed with white like an ocean struck by moonlight. I looked at it for a moment longer than I should have.

“Every one. New works from small collectives in the city. Minority groups that don’t always get seen. We’re lucky to have a thriving art scene, and the Hale Mansion has enough rooms to support half of it.” Vivian looks at one long vertical canvas in particular. A sweeping, expressionist blend of warm neutrals with a single gold line down the center. It’s called Divide, painted by a trans artist who donates profits from his piece to support youth outreach programs. He’s not rich and he sells very little but he shares what he gets with those in need. Her eyes rest there a moment. “This one is bold,” she says. “Subtle… but not quiet. Much like what you’re doing here tonight.”

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

Within the dream library, Hazel found herself surrounded by a kaleidoscope of artistic energy and creativity, each color and shape pulsating with a life of its own. The air was filled with the hum of inspiration, the energy of imagination swirling around her like a symphony of artistic passion. As she journeyed through the vibrant tapestry of colors and forms, Hazel felt a deep connection to her inner artist, a wellspring of ideas and emotions waiting to be translated into visual poetry. Each brushstroke, each daub of pigment, each stroke of her hand on the canvas held the power to capture the essence of her thoughts and feelings, bringing to life a world of beauty and meaning.

Why are you acting so weird? Rainbow : no nothing. I'm not avoiding you, I'm...i didn't... do anything at all Blue : when you act this way, you've done something crazy. What did you do this time Rain? She tried to swim away but Blue held her hand Blue : tell me Rainbow : I threw away your shell. I broke it deliberately Blue : whaaaaat! Blue was really angry with Rainbow She yelled at her and swam away angrily Rainbow began to cry She went home and stayed there all day

Susie said walking back towards us. “ I wasn’t planning to. From the day I have seen your paintings I can’t bring myself to appreciate other painters.” “Then leave it to me. I will make the world’s best collection for you.” Susie said rubbing her hands. “ We must go now. Wouldn’t it be sinful to keep the lovebirds away from each other for long.” Aaron suggested winking at us. “ No, not yet. How can any celebration be complete without our famous Rainbow cake?” Ryan said carrying a large box in his hands.

Luna ate gloomily while Andrius ate with relish. Halfway through, Rainbow left the room to go to the ladies. As she returned, she walked with her head down, wiping her hands with a tissue, and accidentally bumped into a young man walking toward her. “You...” The young man’s name was Ian Weaver. He was the young master of the Weavers in the capital. He was about to curse loudly when Rainbow bumped into him, but when he saw that she was a stunning beauty, he immediately became restless and swallowed his words.

LILY'S POV I used to think love was the safest place in the world. I used to think that when you found someone who saw your flaws and still chose you, you could breathe freely, knowing they’d never turn their back on you. That’s what Aiden was to me. Or at least, that’s what I believed. Three years ago, before the art exhibition meeting, I met him the very first time on a rainy Tuesday. I remember because my umbrella broke, and I ran into the nearest café dripping wet and furious.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I pai

My little guy beams and pats Karli’s cheek in agreement. Rainbow is the most popular vendor around here. She’s this mystical hippie lady with colorful hair, arms full of bangles and a heart of gold. Plus, her intuition is spookily accurate, something that probably runs in the family—Ziggy Beaumont is her niece, after all. She lives right down the road from Arnold and me, and my son absolutely adores her.