Rainbow High Artwork Novels & Stories

a bouquet and diary from her bag, she keeps looking at the stuff, sadly. It upsets him that the cute baby is sitting there, sulking like that. He moves towards her, thinking how his efforts can make her mood light, so he sits in front of her. “Hey, why are you sad?” She looks at him with her doe eyes. “My mom has forbidden me to share my personal problems with an unknown person.” He chuckles at her cuteness. “Still, we can befriend, and people can share their problems with their friends.” “Sorry, my mom won’t allow me to make friends with an unknown person.” “Your mom is not wrong, but I’m Jacob Kyler.” He spreads his hand towards her to shake hands with her. “I’m Rainbow; nice to meet you,

The pleasant sound of dripping is one of my favourite music to my ears as it drips down the transparent sheet. He was right it's fun to see the magic happen as it changes into the different shade as time passes by. Making my one of my favourite colours to work it. I used to disgust him the most but now it's because of him I was able to escape from the darkness for a little while. Just for a little while can't I play with this colour just for a little while I'm doing what he said. JUst for a little while~ It's just to do it over the white sheet of canvas as its changes its own form.

The two classes I skipped were with him, so I hadn't seen him all day. After school, I went to paint with others, and they actually enjoyed the stuff we got at the mall. One used glitter to make a snow sparkle, another placed small gems, instead of painting them and made it look crazy realistic. Some electric colors that I bought made Daphne's northern lights look just amazing. I was glad about my purchase, and it gained me some respect from others in the project.

“You wrote it here.” Heat crept through my cheeks, reading my handwriting in my drawings of donuts and cookies, the words, “I miss you, Red!”. Instead of sipping the alcohol, I gulped it from my glass and poured another. I turned around, walked to the entrance, and leaned on the post of the gazebo. The rain had finally stopped, and the sun had come out again. My eyes sparkled to see a rainbow in the sky. “Look, Red. A rainbow,” I muttered excitedly, sounding like Katie whenever we saw one. “It’s beautiful!” I murmured.

Jaybie said knowledgeably. Sonnet searched for ‘Rainfall’ on her phone as well. She thought that this painting was evidently different from ‘Rainfall’ as well. ‘Rainfall’ was a black and white watercolor painting, whereas this was a colored painting. Although the features and angles of the scenery depicted in the painting were similar, this painting had additional features. For example, there was a rainbow in the painting.

Bert asked, standing next to the painting he’d been working on. Rain stepped around where she could see. It was her. Though he’d used non-traditional colors for most everything except her hair, which still looked different since it was painted in an array of oranges and reds, it was still obvious the figure, painted in yellows, greens, and blues, was her--looking up at the Gate, which was located in the background, painted in a deep blue with a twinkle of sunlight glinting off of it. “Wow!” Rain’s hands went to cover her mouth. She was at a loss for words. “That’s… incredible!”

For a moment I toy with the idea of telling her, but something stops me. So I mumble awkwardly, “There um ... I can do something I need.” “What do you need there?” “Him,” I blurt out. She looks at me in silence. She tries to read in my eyes what I actually mean. Finally she says, “He's gone, and he never will be there …” With a shrug I end the conversation. Tomorrow I will leave. *** The rainbow colours lift me from the boat bench by the lake. The colours sparkle around me like sunlight in the water. It's like I'm breaking free from my body, as it floats in the spaceless space.

Swirling colors and intricate patterns blended together in perfect harmony, covering almost a third of the surrounding walls. As I continued to gaze at the artwork, I began to notice something in the center of the swirling colors and intricate patterns. It was a rose, abstractly painted with hues of red, pink, and orange. The delicate petals and thorny stem seemed to dance and sway with the movement of the surrounding designs. I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the artist's skill in creating such a beautiful and unique interpretation of a rose. It was as if they had captured the essence of the flower and translated it into a mesmerizing display of color and form.

Tiana reached out; Pascal took her hand, squeezing tight. “How was school?” she asked. “Good,” he said. “We learned about planets today. And I drew a rainbow for you. It’s on my desk.” Tiana glanced at the desk, sure enough, a colorful drawing of a bright rainbow arching over a green hill, with seven vivid stripes and little yellow stars scattered around it like happy sprinkles. “It’s beautiful, baby. Thank you.” Pascal beamed, “I made the purple extra bright because purple is your favorite, right?”

“Thank you all for coming, and this is my best and greatest masterpiece. I would say it’s a love letter. One thing I am very proud of is showing my true feelings.” Sadie couldn’t help watch as her heart skips a beat as the drape was pulled off from the seven foot long canvas. Sadie was speechless. The swirls of dark blue and white felt like an endless river of infinity, but these swirls weren’t just a river; they were patterns that created hair. There was a silhouette of a woman, one that was very evidently her, but no one could immediately tell because they had no idea who the lady was.