What Colour Is Starlight Novels & Stories

“Don’t you love them?” “They’re so pretty.” “May I?” Meadow reaches out a finger. “Of course!” “Meadow, wait!” I say, but it’s too late. She touches the orange ball of light and now, it is undulating between yellow, orange and red. “Ohhhh,” Blossom says, her eyes huge as she watches her light change colors. “Oh! Me next, me next, please!” Poppy says. Meadow reaches out, touching her light as well. Poppy’s light is blue, so hers begins shifting from lighter to darker shades of blue as we watch.

At some point, he casually stuffed this ruby into Larissa's bag. The ruby was wine-red in color, and inside it were naturally formed silver threads. These silver threads formed into a pattern of a small bear. It looked as if there was a small galaxy within. Larissa informed him, "If you hold the marble toward the light, you'll be able to see stars." Nicholas immediately held the ruby toward the light. The sun had just set, and countless stars were reflected onto the white wall in front of him. Nicholas' mouth was agape, as he quietly stared at the stars. His eyes were filled with fascination.

I raise my eyes to the sky and I can't miss the beautiful deep blue color it is tinged with, my favorite color. Today also looks like a night with more stars than usual, it's totally covered with them and together with the moonlight it seems to be a stellar show. I can't help but think that I would like to be one of those stars, away from the chaos on this planet and just shining in all their splendor with no one to put them out. I lose count of the time I stay with my eyes fixed on the sky, until the chill of the season gets to my bones and I get ready to enter the house again.

“Umm, technically, I’m both. But you can call me Lady Luna Quinn if that’s easier. What did you call Emerson’s mother when she was Luna?” “Lady Luna Grace.” “And she was so graceful.” “A perfect name.” “For a perfect Luna.” “A perfect Guardian.” “But that’s so hard to say.” “What was your question?” I ask, interrupting them. “Oh! Have you seen our witchy lights?” “Mine is yellow.” “Mine is green.” “Mine is pink.” “I haven’t seen any of them,” I say quickly before we go through the 152 colors of the giant crayon box that Maeve and Meadow used to create the colors.

That light flashed and as the seconds passed it became brighter and brighter but surprisingly even despite the strength with which that light was emitted it did not cause any discomfort to the eye. Merely at that point it shone and as its intensity began to decrease, it spread to the entire width of that celestial vault, making the lake and everything around it covered for a moment with a magical and extremely warm glow, while it left behind it an orange and somewhat reddish trail that was getting lost in the middle of the fog that by that time began to rise as if it were some cloud trying to cover it and for the same reason, thinking that it was the king star emphasized before it.

Holding her hand a little too tight, he couldn’t wait to grip it harder to keep it warm. The night was growing colder and the room gradually darkened. The lavender light was a bit dim, and Marilyn couldn't see the room clearly. Suddenly, the room lit up, only to reveal a yellowish light filling the entire room, scattered with stars ranging from white to golden yellow, reflecting the yellowish light, like a starry sky during the day.

NOW OLIVIA Tracy gazed at a band of white light over which sat a cluster of uncountable stars. As I ran my eyes down from the top, the dark blue tint altered into a dull purple. With descending height the hues kept on changing, from purple to a rose beige to the lightest shade of yellow. All of that sat over a dark tone of the blue-greyish background. The Milkyway band before our eyes walked as slow as a person stuck in quicksand.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.