Warna Kehidupan Novels & Stories

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

"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? "

He smiled lovingly before he replied. "No it does not, it's a proof of divinity and the powers within me. For me, red means anger, silver is normal, yellow signifies it's day, purple means I'm in love, it goes on like that. Every immortal glows in his eyes, but according to the powers they posses, and what they feel at that particular time. Some choose to keep theirs plain in sight, like me. You wouldn't want the internet buzzing over the color of your eyes, right?"

There is still one corner left. Perhaps this blank is meant to remind her that life isn't flawless and that there will always be flaws. Ada Wood throws brush and spray paint on the ground before lying down and staring at the blue sky. Originally, her world could not only be gray but also red. The brilliant red of her blood is the color of her life. This is the only artwork with color in it. Unlike the previous gray painting, this one is extremely bright and appears to be out of place. "You know what? For the first time, I realize how lovely the red of blood is."

“Daddy… Dad, it's turned off.” “It can only last for a short time, honey.” "Then bored to death." “No, it did very well. It has devoted a lot of beauty, and fresh colors to life, a monochromatic life thanks to it becomes harmonious, and colorful, a bland life needs individuals like it to become. better. It has done very well and when it comes time for it to rest, the only thing it needs to do is leisurely throw itself down the stairs, and leave peacefully. You are too young to understand, in the future, you will understand.”

Tyrel could not continue what he was supposed to say until Yesha continued what he was saying. "Symbolize as death? And it symbolizes as bad luck?" Tyrel nodded while Yesha took a deep breath before she explained to Tyrel why the black color is her favourite." "Doesn't mean black symbolizes bad luck and death. We will be afraid of the color black. For me, black is like me, and black is like other people who struggle with what they are going through. What black means to me is hope. Why? Because even if you are trapped in your dark experience, darkness will call to light to give you hope of being free from all your problems. Whatever you hide in the dark, it will make its way to someone to hel

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

Color is life itself. The world is like a rainbow. Its different colors make our life more meaningful and beautiful. But have you ever wondered, ‘what if the rainbow was left with only one color?’ What would happen if the world only contains black and white? Adeline couldn't believe she could remember the first time she cried when she was born. Although her mind was undeveloped, she remembered the first time she saw her parents’ faces.

I muttered, staring right at the sun that was positioned above the palm trees, a few meters away, seemingly eavesdropping on our conversation as it's shade gave off the sign that it was already getting late. "I'm not really a sucker for interior designs and the likes, but I want a house that can truly welcome me on days when it feels like life isn't welcoming me. The least I can resort to is living in a house that gives me some sense of safety and not some house that exposes me even greater to the snares of captivity. I want a house with full colors: brown, khaki green, black, or even white. But at the same time, it's not all about the colors because colors are capable of also doing you harm

"Oh how I miss it." This last comment did not escape her captors attention. "Life is better now," the AI warned. "Start moaning and I shall take you right back home." Miaka swallowed her fear and nodded. "Please, not that," she mumbled. "That place was the worst." Her previous home was a dead and silent place. A place filled with the hum of electricity and devoid of life and colour. Out here, in the real sun light, everything and everyone shone with the beauty of those 7 origianl colours. Red, orance, yellow, green blue and violet.