The Blue Bar Novels & Stories

"Welcome to The Blue House!" Jewel glanced around. The interior of the bar was decorated in shades of blue, a stark contrast to the bright red exterior. She followed the woman inside, taking in the décor. The walls were lined with blackboard chalk, and several patrons sat at tables near the dance floor. Several musicians played instruments onstage. Some sang while others danced, their movements graceful and fluid. "What can I get you? A drink?" the bartender asked. She gestured toward the bar, where several bottles and mugs sat on shelves beneath the counter.

at least her door step. "Yes, we've her boss"The girl froze when the person in the car spoke, she thought of following him them to find out what they were really planning on doing but a last thought of her mother made her close her eyes again, her mouth moving in great speed as she chant a spell and in a swift moment she was home,curled up on her blue couch. Her room was interior were all in blue,starting from her beryl blue armchairs,baby blue bed head board,her nice blue soft teddies,her Casey blue blanket,her midnight blue wardrobe everything was all blue and gorgeous.

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

Then he looked toward his friends’ table. “Grey!” Blue shouted. Grey looked up. “What?” “Sexy boy, look!” Blue teased, pointing at Amber. “Idiot!” Grey shouted back. Blue laughed. “Ah! I knew it—Barbie!” he teased again. He looked at Amber. “Why are you laughing?” “I just find you guys funny,” Amber said. Blue handed him his shirt. “Wear this first.” “Key, you left—” Katleya stopped mid-sentence when she saw Blue.

The graphics were terrifyingly real, and Uriel would only ever admit it just this once. The red matched the slight hue in the corner of the painting on his wall. Beautiful. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Three steps in, and V was three steps out. He backed away as the player named 'Blue' approached him. Blue. Where had he heard that name before? He pondered, but he could only think so deep when a forty three inch blade was threatening to pierce him. Blue. Blue; a lone hue. A cold shade. Blue.. I remember now.

"They have mermaid Barbies with Blue hair." Aunt Paige nodded her head. "She sure does." Blue laughed, her cheeks were growing warm. "Thanks, Elliot. I think you look really cute too. I had never met a boy your size before, I'm glad I did now." Elliot's eyebrows drew together in confusion. He was probably trying to decipher the meaning of 'boy his size'. I totally sympathized with him. Blue said outrageous things most of the time; I'd gotten used to it enough not notice it.

Maya leaned against the wall. “I hated that,” she said. “You only sat beside me.” “I sat beside you while three adults discussed whether your life was believable. That is exhausting.” I smiled. “You made a very good timeline.” “I know. I used three colors.” “What did the pink mean?” “People who lied.” “And the blue?” “People who made poor decisions.” Maya glanced toward Silas. “Blue has a lot of names.” He looked at her. “I am not on the list.”

Meh, still nothing. Leaning with my back against the edge of the bar, I swirled the ice in my glass and took in all the hordes of lonely people-most were smiling, appearing to have a good time, but I let myself believe they, too, were all going home to an empty house and cold bed. Not even the sight of my OPI "St. Mark's the Spot," polish on my freshly painted nails brought a smile to my lips. I'd waited months for this color to come back in stock and made sure to coordinate my top with the vibrant blue, but it did nothing for me.

I walked into the blue house and made first for the bar. The bar man who’s in charge of the bar here had grown really bored of his job, but he’d never talked of signing off because the cheques kept on popping in with no one ever with keen interest to ignore white houses over a blue house. “Hello,” I said as I sat on a stool before his stand, “cognac.” He nodded gently and fiddled with his collection. No one knew he’s just the best bar man in the Creeks estates. He’s got the best collection of Russian Cognacs and classic rum.

" Blue ." " What ? " " What's wrong ? You've been cold towards me ." " Why didn't you tell me ?" " Please tell me what so that I can respond." © #KCMmuoe