Spiral Colours Novels & Stories

"Inspection of what? " "Colors. As you may have inevitably notice, we are surrounded with nothing but the color yellow. This is nothing like your world where colors combine. All is separated. With walls, borders, or lines. And no person with their designated colors are allowed to leave or enter another side of colors. Once spotted, you will be thrown to the place of outcast and lose the chance to visit the Outside world. Your world. Or they might take you in as slaves. Or worse, death. "I understood her words but it only arose more questions. "So you are not allowed to interact with other colors? "

When it got just right, I carefully wrapped it around the mandrel, turning continuously to keep the shape even. My hands moved with surprising confidence, performing a dance they'd learned as a child. The glass responded, flowing and shaping itself according to my direction. I added a second color—a cobalt blue that reminded me of the deepest parts of the mountain sky at dusk—creating a spiral pattern that wound through the green base. As I worked, I noticed how specific every move was. The exact way of bringing in the second color. The particular angle of the spiral. How I smoothed the surface without losing the pattern. These weren't just random artistic choices—they were practiced methods

"If I was a color," my sister's voice sounds unusually sultry. "I would be violet." "Why violet?" Tatiana asks. "Because violet is a mysterious color and I have to say I'm full of mysteries." I never thought Mckayla could be so poetic, but then again she's high out of her mind, we all are. Tatiana giggles. "Then I guess I'm green." "Because you love the environment?" Kristen asks, laughing as well.

said Aldrich. "I alone am enough to beat you up." Aldrich just silently played with the bucket in his hand. Some of the contents of the bucket spilled onto the courtyard they were standing on. Hugo noticed something strange. The liquid was not black but deep red. 1… 2… 3… Byurr Aldrich poured the contents of the bucket at Hugo who was in front of him. Instantly a thick red liquid washed down Hugo's body. The smell of rancid blood immediately filled his nose.

The colors twisted together in a way that did not look natural. The warriors behind them began whispering quietly, unsure of what they were seeing. “What can this be?” They hid behind the remains of a collapsed wall and watched carefully. The smoke continued rising and thickening in one spot. After some time, the movement within it became more violent. The colors started spinning in a circular motion, gathering at the center as if something was forming inside. Aria felt her heart beat faster as she stared at the smoke without blinking. She did not need to guess what was happening.

PEBBLES' POV The past couple of days had been chaos. Bradley had two therapists come by the house since I demanded a meeting with them. I wanted to see if I'd be comfortable enough to lay on a couch in their office, spilling all my secrets and fears. The first one was a Mr. Spencer. He was a regular-looking man around Bradley's age; he spoke friendly, and he even had the nice guy-next-door smile, but the moment he shook my hand, I noticed it in his eyes. That thing that men like Sinister and Harrison possess, that twisted desire and greed that if they did not get what they crave, they would snap and take it by any measures necessary. Bradley saw my discomfort, and he immediately bid Mr. Spen

Iris Eight months later… “And that’s why the colors on this side of the color wheel are considered ‘cool’ colors,” I explain to the class of children sitting in a semicircle around me. “They remind us of water, ice, and the sky.” I’m demonstrating on a large color wheel chart when a sharp pain rips through my abdomen, making me pause mid-sentence. I grip the edge of the easel, trying to steady myself as I breathe through it. It passes after a moment, and I force a smile at the concerned faces staring up at me.

Karen Martinez, our art history teacher was showing each of the slides she had separated for the class, while I tried not to fall asleep " At that time, they used colored powder, which they made from crushed stones and blew with bamboo around their own hands.” I took a deep breath, tilting my head back, watching the ceiling as my classmates took notes on every detail of that class. I was wearing a tank top, the irritation in the tattooed area and the lack of loose enough clothing had made me choose to wear it that morning. I took a deep breath, trying to pay attention and not show how much the subject bored me. History was never one of my favorite subjects, but I knew that in the line that I

Other people that lived in the Slums also came out to look at the sky. The clouds were forming giant spirals as if they were being sucked in. No, the sky itself was warping at the centre of the spiral. In the middle, there was a hole that exposed a white coloured magic circle. The circle grew in size rapidly until it looked like it could fit a large aeroplane through it.

"It isn't a signal, Maya. It’s a vacuum." He was right. As we drew closer to the base of the new Spire, the colors of the world began to bleed away. The deep greens of the forest turned to a dull slate grey. The brown of Kael’s jacket washed out into a pale cream. Even the blood on my bandaged wrist, once a sharp, stinging crimson, was fading into a faint, translucent pink. The Spire wasn't built of stone or bone. It was a pillar of pure, unrendered space. It looked like a skyscraper made of unpainted canvas, rising into a sky that was losing its indigo depth.