Warna Kehidupan Novels & Stories

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

Jasmina said she understood that and asked her to say what she actually thought anyway. Sable said what she actually thought was that the color register Kira used for people with mismatched interiors, the amber-brown and the dark red and their variations, had a quality she'd been thinking of as a warning register, not a judgment, not a declaration, but a flagging, the way a body might run a temperature in response to something that needed attention. She said what struck her about the pale blue was that it had a completely different quality from that register, it had been soft and brief and had not come with the sustained intensity that characterized the amber-brown or especially the dark red

was a riot of color. The "Living Murals" were in full bloom, their bioluminescent pigments shifting in a synchronized wave of cobalt, emerald, and deep, royal violet. People were stopped on the sidewalks, not looking at their phones or their stock tickers, but looking up. They were witnessing the visual representation of their own freedom. The "Great Erasure" hadn't just removed the debt; it had restored the perspective.

“I could never pick just one.” That made him glance at me. “Figures.” I continued, mostly to fill the suffocating silence. “Each color is a pure blessing from God. Blue is the sky we look up to, green is the earth that nourishes us, red is the blood that keeps us alive. I wouldn’t dare choose just one.” He made a quiet sound in the back of his throat. “And yet, if you had to pick a least favorite?” I hummed, tilting my head. “The dull ones, I suppose.”

I gazed up, staring at the swirling clouds. The sight of golden inscriptions on the clouds made my heart beat rapidly. It couldn't be; there was no way he could have escaped the first Guardian's seal. "Monsters!" Wails filled the air as newborns began to emerge from the gutters. "Mom, are we going to die?" The little kid's voice came once again. I tilted my head, watching the newborn's head for them. "Blood!" They chorused, their hands swinging forth. I was starting to lose it faster than usual; I also needed blood.

The color of his skin is shining. Running?? Forgive the mistake. #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

Coronation "Is it the way of life of a people?" She asked. "Is it? I don't really know, but I feel it is a force, that draws you in, that gives you hope. Hope of life after death, a sense of belonging. A feeling of being able to rely on a good and loving father God, that is what I think it is," I made my point clear. We chat some more and made prepations for tomorrow. "So what colour would you be going with? Red or white?" She asked.

I'm being childish, and shake my head with determination as I watch her walk down the path and disappear into the safe forest, heading towards the main pack grounds. I take a warm shower to ease my tense body, letting the water wash over me and soothe me. Drying my hair, I study the bleached ends and see the colours fading. The fuchsia and lavender tips were something I experimented with when I finished school a while ago, and I liked the prettiness so much I kept it by using permanent colour. Some called it silly or quirky, but I didn't care. I loved bright and pastel colours. My bedroom walls were painted blush pink, my clothes were all sorts of pale and soft hues, and the fresh flowers th

“Alright, for the last time, I am sorry. It’s just, whites and peaches are not really your color. It is so not you. You have a strong and independent personality. And those color choices were weak. I was thinking that maybe Max doesn’t know you that well. He is smart, I admit but I found you stronger than him.” His words got me speechless. He is very straight to the point even though we just lately had a decent conversation. But I have my answers. “Do not underestimate the color white, Tyler because whenever you want the royal colors to brighten up it brings life to it. But when you use red or blue with other colors it will lose the beauty of the original color. I may be strong but I don’t m

Her expressions were neutral, with no sign of pain or regret at this point. She couldn’t endure this pain now and felt like it was better to end it forever. There seemed to be no reason to live on for. No person to be happy for. No one wanted her or would be sad if she died.