Warna Kehidupan Novels & Stories

With him near me, it felt like the world isn't as monochromatic as it seemed. Maybe it isn't all bad living here...? Just a maybe... can go a long way.

I guess it wouldn't hurt as long as she promised not to bite me again. "Okay, as long as you don't bite me again without my permission... I guess we can be friends." I tried to smile at her, but it was more of a sideways grin. Half smile, half frown. I walked to the front of the room, and turned to introduce myself. I was right. Me and the pink haired girl were the only ones with weird colors. Everyone one else had shades of black, red, brown, and blonde hair. There were different skin colored kids. It was a mixture of all the world's colors. We didn't specify race anymore, but we did say a person's skin was white, brown, black, yellow, pale, and etc.

Her tears fell onto the marble, leaving small, temporary dark marks. It was then that Valentim moved again. He went to a nearby workbench where jars of powdered pigments—burnt earths, oxides, ultramarine blues—were lined up like an alchemist’s paints. He opened a small wooden jar containing a deep, vibrant red pigment, the color of rust, of blood, of life.

Not only your mother but I also feel very proud of you. Before I met you, I thought my life was very difficult. But after meeting you I realized that my life was easier than yours. Human life is as diverse as our nature, Duke. Like the rainbow, there are colors in our lives. Where there are seven colors just like nature. Sometimes our life is covered with the red color of love. Sometimes black cloud of sadness descends on our life.

"I'm sorry. I'm not asking you to change your way of your thinking. But I just don't want anyone to lose the chance of witnessing different shades of life. Life is like an adventure. It shouldn't be boring. At least, while dying you can be satisfied that you had experienced various emotions. You know how betrayal and heartbreaks feel like, you know how good love feels like, you know you could be stupid and make stupid decisions. At least, you lived a life, not a nine to five job where you just had to work and submit, gather the salary and leave. Life is not black and white. Life is colourful. Even black is a colour. If you can't add the black colour to your life, there will always be a hole"

" In all honesty I think that he realized that he made a mistake for doing what he did in the past and you've had a pretty colorful life haven't you? " " Define colorful because I think that pretty much live in the light and then there's the dark and then there's the in-between and I think I'm starting to balance both the light of the dog so the in-between seems a bit more comfortable for me right now. " " Perfectly said . "

“I’m quite good with my red glitter.” “I don’t really like gold glitter glue but I don’t want that rice on my slime though.” Mavis pointed at Zariyah’s bowl. “I’ll role the spinning wheel now, godluck cleaning the mess.” Shanoa cackled as she spins the wheel. In their second spin, Lystra got the green glove, Mavis got the blue glove, Fauzia got the white glove, Zariyah got the black glove while Lumiere got the pink glove. Before Zariyah cut off the glove, she closed her eyes. “Please be a black glue to cover the rice, please.” After hopefully wishing, she cut the glove and she was even more disappointed when clear glue came out of it.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Why no colors? -I think In the environment, only the gray and red colors stood out, disregarding the thunder and lightning that were of a bluish white. A world without colors is sad, but a life without colors is painful, a sadness too great to bear alone. A world without color. A colorless life. Colorless eyes.- A tear of mine falls while analyzing everything. - It's too sad - I wasn't feeling pain but my knees weakened making my body fall a little, the blade still in contact with my chest was what made me not fall. I didn't take my eyes off the girl.

He was telling her, surprisingly softly and she was curious to know more. Like this he took her to each painting and made her hand feel each curve of it, telling the colors and its meaning. " What green color indicates? " She asked, not knowing how it looks. How bright the color is. " It's a fresh and natural color, which represents life. It also indicates hope for a better life. " He explained. She memorized each word he was telling her, like a death note. It was the first time when someone was telling her about colors. Eden was the only one who used to tell her how colors feel and glow.

“Ash? Why? That’s not a color people usually mention.” It was a weird choice, but then again, wasn’t he a weird man? "It signifies destruction," he said softly, his gaze distant. "Yet rebirth. It isn’t black, or white. It’s that strange in-between. It doesn’t pretend to be pure or totally dark... it just is." There was something layered in his words. Something Olivia couldn’t quite unravel. It sounded like he wasn’t just describing a color, but a person. Maybe even himself. Weird, she thought again.