Vivid Green Novels & Stories

I finally saw the source of the blue light, my jaw dropping and eyes widening with disbelief, shock and more shock. It was a gated path just like the one leading to his mansion. Unlike that one, the ground wasn't paved but was a neat, smooth green path. The grass wasn't just green, it was literally glowing chrysoprase, the beautiful apple green colour luminated and brightened the ground. The ground outside the path of chrysoprase was normal plain but smooth grass, connecting to the trees.

The Green Drawing Room is quieter than I expected it to be. Pale winter light filters through tall windows, breaking apart on the thick clouds beyond before pooling in uneven patches across the intricate rug beneath our feet. Every shade of green imaginable lies woven into the fabric—moss and jade, seafoam and deep olive—colors rich enough to speak of distant lands and conquered artisans.

Is it me or are her eyes even more emerald tonight? Even in the dim lighting, her eyes are a radiant hue of green that speaks to the soul of the beast within me. They remind me of fresh rows of evergreen pastures, saturated with new blooms. I feel the beast in me lie down in submission at the look of her jade eyes. That bright color is so bold and striking, so inviting and tempting. Damn this witch vixen.

These tints and hues are only appreciated in the presence of light since its absence would only result to complete abysmal darkness. Fate would make it possible for a few of us to be partners with the rest of the community identified with the color in consideration. Admittedly, it is not easy being green for whatever ensuing privileges and responsibilities are incidental thereto. It is symbolic of vivacity and not lethargy, of activity and not ennui, of sensitivity and not passivity. And being green is both a challenge and an opportunity to make a difference. Our primary goal is to be able to live up to our own convictions and the expectations of our pioneers.

Rose bushes lined the road in thick arches, next to it were sunflowers and then orchids even lavender, while a swan-shaped fountain shimmered with water like diamonds I blinked at the otherworldly beauty of a place I didn't even know existed “Mr Voss" I let out in a stunned whisper And in the centre of this all, was a beautiful towering glass greenhouse “This looks like a dream" I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing, it was so green and colourful that all I could do was gasp at it all The door at my side opened and Mr Voss stretched out his hand, I was so enthralled I didn't know when he had parked the car or gotten down

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

But jadeite’s most desirable color was, in fact, a very specific shade of green. The finest-quality jadeite—almost transparent with a vibrant emerald-green color—is known as “Imperial jade.” The green that could command tens of millions of dollars in the marketplace was pure and penetrating, a vivid hue with no hint of gray that looked intense even from a distance. It ranged from pure green to a slightly bluish green or a slightly yellowish green.

plants of the ultraviolet light they needed to trigger their ancient photosynthesis. Avery Vane-Thorne stood in the "Command-Hangar" of the Threshold, looking at the satellite imagery. The "Green-Zones" she had fought to establish were already beginning to "Yellow." The emerald-green clover and the poplars were drooping as the "Violet-Shroud" filtered out the specific wavelengths of light required for their non-Sombra metabolism.

AMBER. “It’s not white or transparent. It’s green. The darker the green, the stronger it is. It’s herbs—special herbs, thus the color.” Paris explained. My heart thundered as I looked at the white or clear gel in my hand. “It looks like Vaseline cream to me.” “No way. Send me a picture. Does it smell like anything?” “It doesn’t smell at all.” “It has a repulsive smell. Not because it’s disgusting but because the mint scent is too much, and I don’t like mint, so I find it repulsive.”

Maverick pov Liberty came back from her interview looking stressed. Her composure didn’t give anything away but her eyes did. I doubt Xander and York noticed. Whenever she’s stressed the forest green becomes a shade darker. When she is happy or excited about something they turn a lighter shade of green.