Warna Kehidupan Novels & Stories

•|•|• They whisper things they think I cannot hear, they look at me and point. And yet, despite it all, I remain unseen. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] Color exists in this world. Even in my Court of Night, I have found it is simply impossible to be completely rid of. Often I have thought perhaps it is there to remind me I have not yet been devoured entirely by chaos- therefore hope still exists. Ridiculous...yes, yet still at the back of my mind, I've thought that this color lights a narrow pathway out of this darkness I have concealed myself in.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

Jon snorted in amusement. That little conversation on colors paved the way to small chatter. Mostly on the superior color. "Purple is better. You can see purple." Jon pointed out, firm on his stance. "Elaine would agree." Wild gave a wolfish grin. "I can hardly see purple. It's more blue than purple." He retorted to Jon. "But you still see it, that's the point." Wild's tail thumped against the dashboard and the door as he fully faced his "opponent". "Blue still overshadows purple. Therefore, blue is still superior." Jon smiled back. "Fine, what about shades. Can you see shades?" Wild nodded immediately. "Black, white, grey, the whole shady spectrum." Jon raised a brow. "Really? Great! Black

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

"Why do you hate white colors? It is a symbol of Christ. It is the color of the most beautiful bird in the world. Dove!" "Yes!" Blackwheel said. "The integrity of the color cannot be compared to any. And yet it is a choice we must take when we are looking for what fits our perspectives. What we like to associate ourselves with. If you consider my favorite color, red. You may feel indifferent about it simply because it represents blood, war, violence and anything related or similar to death which the color, black represents. Though red seems to get along with black pretty well because of the discrimination it faces when it is around other colors. But, I want you to understand that there are a

“Everyone talks about what things look like, but no one can ever describe color right. They try, but it always sounds like poetry that doesn’t land. I miss knowing what blue feels like… what red looks like when it burns.” I hesitated. “Red looks… alive.” “Alive?” “Yes. It’s the color of anger and love… of danger and warmth. It’s… both everything and too much at once.” He smiled softly. “Sounds a lot like you.” My breath caught. “That’s… not funny.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” I looked away quickly, staring out at the blur of lights rushing by the window. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” “Why not?” “Because they sound real.”

I'll look for death once I'm finished with granting my parent's last wish! It sounds like procrastinating, but I'll look for it tomorrow! I'll doze off first. "Time to go to be-" Before my head made contact with the pillow, I rubbed my eyes... Am I seeing things? Ever since the incident, the world has lost its color. Everything became black, white, or gray, but the pages of the book... it has color!

"Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head? "And look at this meat. What kind of meat did you buy? Haven't I taught you not to buy meat with bruises? How many times do I have to tell you that bruised meat means the pig was injured or diseased? You have no basic common sense. No wonder Grayson hits you. You're mindless and deserve it." It was strange. Even though I was already dead, her words felt like they were killing me all over again. Mom, that wasn't a diseased pig. That was my back, covered in the bruises Grayson gave me. There was a small mole on it. Couldn't you recogn

His embarrassment was evident to everyone. “So Maxwell… the next time you come up with one of your opinions, try to keep in mind that color doesn’t win you wars. It doesn’t make you strong, or feared, or hated—all of which Khalid is, despite being a grey wolf. Again, color doesn’t make you a great Alpha.”

Eyes roaming around, she picked a red one from the bulk where it was kept. “In RedShire Hunters Academy, we have blue uniforms, red, yellow, green, and purple. All of them have their meanings and reasons. Red is a color representing braveness, boldness, strength and at the same time, death.” A shudder went through Minerva's body as she listened to that last part. “But how do you know I'm brave or bold? I haven't come here before—”