Warna Kehidupan Novels & Stories

Or rather, the auras surrounding them. A rainbow of colors flows and mingles throughout the room. Reds like Sera's, oranges, yellows, greens like Thea's, blues in varying shades, purples, browns like Marcus's, and colors I don't even have names for. Some shimmer, some pulse, some twist and curl like living things. Each unique, each telling a story I'm only beginning to understand.

Jaemin asked throwing a disappointing look towards his clothing. "Cause I don’t need to wear the most astonishing colours to attract the attention of ladies" replied Ahn smartly. "Heartless. Do you know what colour red represents in our culture?" asked Jaemin putting his head on his waist like he was about to lecture Ahn about colours. "Colour of fertility?" Replied Ahn with a smirk. "No, it represents joy, celebration and everything good. That’s what going to happen after the auction. Now what does the boring colour grey and black represents?" asked Jaemin pointing his nose upwards.

his gaze was unwavering on her face and he saw a slight frown crease her forehead; she wasn't convinced. “Realistic story?” she asked in a perplexed tone. “Reality isn’t that gloomy, Chad. What's there to like about such a gloomy side of vibrant life?” Vibrant and life didn't fit well together for Chad and he didn't hesitate to express his opinions. Scoffing lightly, he stared Calista down, “Heavy colors like black, red and sometimes even purple, paint a more complex image of life. Because believe it or not, life isn't rainbows and pretty skies.” he watched her closely, awaiting her comeback.

e new perspective, new colours added to life. Shifting my hands from the blue shirt I placed it on the other colourful pieces of shirt. My fingers travelled to the last piece of shirt in the wardrobe, I rested my hands upon it. "The white one." Finally decided. Yes. The perfect choice. I buyed this shirt for him a some days ago. I shall admit that this was indeed a good choice I made. He really needs some renovation. Like the current changes in the colours of the room why not colour his life by completely wiping out the darkness from his life.

Red, the color of violence, rage, war, blood, the hue that defines passion, love, tenderness, lust astonished but sustains Brian McCoy’s personality splendidly, although I grant him more like a grey or black color guy, just like his disguises and cold behavior he carries all his life.

Where everyone is free to live the way they want, where there is no fear or death or life. Because such a world would exist at the border of life and death. People associate colours with default feelings and emotions that the society programs in them. So black is bad and white is good. But then why do you need darkness for a sound sleep and light for a funeral? This world and the way it functions never made any sense to me. It’s just filled with a herd of asses running after something they don’t even know why they want. And I was on my way to creating such a utopia when my world, the only light my eyes could tolerate, came in front of me after hundreds of years.

“However, although the autumn fields will wilt into yellow, they are still filled with life. Just like my daughter and me. Although faced with the prejudices of life, we won’t believe in destiny. We are optimistic and motivated. We believe that light will finally shine into this dark and gray world we live in as long as we have colors in our hearts.” As she spoke, Winifred pointed to the chest area of the design. “The wilting yellow represents bitterness, destitution, and life’s dead-end. But the grass in autumn has the most tenacious life force in this world! Belief makes this wilting yellow turn into light yellow, and finally, dark yellow. This is rebirth. Autumn will pass. This pure white

Not pure. But real. The colors of resilience were no longer just defiance. They were negotiation. Compromise. Endurance. And maybe just maybe that was bigger than winning a debate.

"I believe your life can be colourful if you let yourself go and reach for it. Seeing your life in black and white is nice. It's comfortable. It's something you know." She takes a short pause, and there's a silent lull in the conversation. Her voice is soft and full of emotion when she speaks next. "But I think it's not wrong to want colour sometimes. Sometimes all you want is a life full of red, pink, yellow, blue and green. And it's completely okay to want that and even reach for it if you're lucky enough." She puts both of her hands on her chest to gesture that she's lucky.

Is right Is true If at all you have One to decide You or enemy That stands near to you It’s the multiplication speed Of deer That threatens the lion, too As he eats each one Without fear Of getting hit by majorities, too It’s not incorrect To fight for life Life is worth fighting And life of yours Is most important to you Fight for lust Fight for just rise Can be wrong, too But fight for life Is always right On earth We have enemies too To kill us To slay us For We, when in fit Are weak for them Do you see life’s struggle Life’s hope Life’s attire Do not consider Life as weak Life as ordinary No life can be ordinary, too ****** You have to live To secure living You have to grow Get that righ