Warna Kehidupan Novels & Stories

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

"Why do you hate white colors? It is a symbol of Christ. It is the color of the most beautiful bird in the world. Dove!" "Yes!" Blackwheel said. "The integrity of the color cannot be compared to any. And yet it is a choice we must take when we are looking for what fits our perspectives. What we like to associate ourselves with. If you consider my favorite color, red. You may feel indifferent about it simply because it represents blood, war, violence and anything related or similar to death which the color, black represents. Though red seems to get along with black pretty well because of the discrimination it faces when it is around other colors. But, I want you to understand that there are a

“Everyone talks about what things look like, but no one can ever describe color right. They try, but it always sounds like poetry that doesn’t land. I miss knowing what blue feels like… what red looks like when it burns.” I hesitated. “Red looks… alive.” “Alive?” “Yes. It’s the color of anger and love… of danger and warmth. It’s… both everything and too much at once.” He smiled softly. “Sounds a lot like you.” My breath caught. “That’s… not funny.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” I looked away quickly, staring out at the blur of lights rushing by the window. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” “Why not?” “Because they sound real.”

she said with a light smile and opened the Poetry Anthology to the poem. ‘Coloured’ By De Wet Life starts with colour With a sort of spirit Only a child can give A parent is brightened By the mere presence the light projected But after time That colour fades Dimming Like a worn out jean A ghost Heavy and burdened Uncertain Seeking guidance Purpose Love But once found Once explored Colour returns to life And is reflected and spread

"Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head? "And look at this meat. What kind of meat did you buy? Haven't I taught you not to buy meat with bruises? How many times do I have to tell you that bruised meat means the pig was injured or diseased? You have no basic common sense. No wonder Grayson hits you. You're mindless and deserve it." It was strange. Even though I was already dead, her words felt like they were killing me all over again. Mom, that wasn't a diseased pig. That was my back, covered in the bruises Grayson gave me. There was a small mole on it. Couldn't you recogn

His embarrassment was evident to everyone. “So Maxwell… the next time you come up with one of your opinions, try to keep in mind that color doesn’t win you wars. It doesn’t make you strong, or feared, or hated—all of which Khalid is, despite being a grey wolf. Again, color doesn’t make you a great Alpha.”

Eyes roaming around, she picked a red one from the bulk where it was kept. “In RedShire Hunters Academy, we have blue uniforms, red, yellow, green, and purple. All of them have their meanings and reasons. Red is a color representing braveness, boldness, strength and at the same time, death.” A shudder went through Minerva's body as she listened to that last part. “But how do you know I'm brave or bold? I haven't come here before—”

Shane's presence has been a vibrant brushstroke, painting my world with hues of calmness and joy. As the chapters of my life continue, I sense a shift within me. Now, it's my turn to embody the essence of white—a color that transcends, blends, and binds. I envision myself as the canvas where diverse colors harmonize, and I become the orchestrator of this symphony. Like the delicate petals of Jasmine, I aim to disseminate my fragrance, not overpowering, but blending seamlessly with others.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

Blue represents fatal sickness or an urgent mental problem. When you’re sad to the point you can’t heal, mainly for witches, the smoke turns white. Purple is jealousy or purposely destroying one's own self. Betrayal, evil and all things bad are black. Grey and silver means you’re at peace with yourself, content.” She paused, turning around to put out the herb. She then looked at Estelle, staring deep in her eyes, as if trying to read her. “Red means losing hope. And orange... orange is fear.” Estelle felt nervous. She didn’t know there were such things that could detect what a person is feeling. Tyler seldom speaks about life outside of what she knows so her knowledge is limited.