Rainbow High Artwork Novels & Stories

I watch in awe inside of Rain's office. Rain was sitting on his office chair and giving full attention on the monitor in front of him on the table and a scratch papers with pencil on the other side of the table and across of his office chair there was two brown arm chair and in his back was a huge clear glass window that I could see what was happening outside and on the right corner was the huge air conditioner of the room.His walls was also glass but it has some windows which are being closed by an open-close curtain and on my back full of different manga scene and drawings too and there was a long rustic table below which was full of different art materials that are needed for an artist. "

And to my editor and trusted friend, Chibuzor Victor Obih, for encouraging me with kind words even when the storm was too large for me to calm. The whole sky was the colour of her skin. Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and park.

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.

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.

All, that is, except one, the old man we called the Rainbow Man. It was no great mystery how he got that name, because he was to all outward appearances a walking rainbow. He had an obsessive love of brightly coloured pieces of cloth, the brighter the better, and gaudy costume jewellery of all kinds, and knowing this people would give him their unwanted garishly coloured curtains or chair covers or scraps of fabric, or the play-jewellery that their children had outgrown; partly out of kindness and partly out of curiosity to see what use the Rainbow Man would find for them. For the Rainbow Man was an artist, and his canvas was himself. He would find ways to wrap gaily coloured pieces of old f

Henry whispered into her hair. A group of men and ladies smartly dressed in black and white carefully wheeled in a series of paintings, sculptures and other art equipment. They placed them on display where everyone could see them. Eve sat up and when Henry turned to look at her, she had a dropped jaw. "What are you looking at?" She didn't look at him. She directed his gaze to a rainbow painting on display. "You like it?" Eve nodded repeatedly. Her full attention was on the art. "It looks colourful and alive. It's beautiful and almost seems like a real rainbow."

Their bodies moved in sync with the music as colored water rained down from the ceiling painting the place, making a chaotic painting. Behind her, Ryder heard Midnight speak. "Shall we join?" Still, in a daze, Ryder nodded. Midnight grabbed her hand and pulled his little shocked Ry to the dance floor. The colored water poured from above, soaking their bodies. It was such a wonderful, colorful rain... seeing it fall on the fair skin of Ryder, Midnight couldn't take his eyes off. As a painter, he fell in love with such a sight. It made him want to embed it in his heart.

Harlow orders, bouncing in her seat. I do as I’m told, feeling the soft brush against my eyelids. “What color are we starting with?” I ask, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “Blue and purple!” she chirps happily. Of course. “So, like… war paint?” “Like a rainbow warrior!” I peek one eye open, catching my reflection in the mirror. “Princess, I look like I just got punched by a unicorn.” Harlow beams, nodding in approval. “Exactly!”

We spent nights debating art theories and studying the trickiest brushstrokes. "Congratulations, Scarlett. You did it." Levi handed me a glass of champagne and smiled warmly. I took the glass over and clinked it lightly against his before looking up at my painting, a massive oil canvas named "Unbound". On the canvas, a phoenix tore free from iron shackles as its wings of flame cut through the darkness and soared toward freedom. "Ms. Emberlyn's work is extraordinary, Mr. Archer," a renowned critic murmured with genuine awe. With a gentle smile on his lips, Levi turned to me with unconcealed pride and admiration shining in his eyes.

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,