Stories tagged “blue”

  • Aria

    Aria stared at the azure sky, slowly turning a quiet midnight. Sunset didn’t seem to happen here; it was just day, and then it was night. A gentle transition from a sea of darkened cornflower to borderlining navy… beautiful, albeit strange....

  • Bennington Sky

    The sky never got black in Bennington; after sunset it darkened from cyan… cerulean… a gorgeous indigo reminiscent of her mother’s favorite scarf. As the night progressed it went further through the spectrum… saphire… Prus...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Ditching

    I slide to the edge of the hill, letting the majority of my skis hang over. Scanning the mountain, I see only a couple of ramps, and they’re fairly easy to get around. That’s the only reason this is rated a double black; the rest is hardly even con...

  • Journey to The Center of Your Soul

    Your parents call you out of bed To tell you of a morbid dread. Cooling blacks and Soothing blues to help numb up and block the news. You tremble from your toes to head and try to sort out what they’ve said: You try to cry with heart of lead, And...

  • Chain of Order

    Yesterday, Nina was taken to the port. She cried too much for my liking – it made me want to cry, too. She made us sweets and left them on the counter with a note blurred and softened by tears; it was just like her. She did it despite the beating...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Guilty Until Proclaimed Innocence

    Kristy didn’t know why she had been called down to the office. She had never been a ‘bad kid’ and had only been to the office to receive an award or when she needed the nurse. Perplexed, she stepped up to the front desk. Turns out the...

  • Light Blue Jeans (Part 1)

    Josh was perfect. Well, not according to ‘popular’ media, but Abigail sure thought so. He had dark hair that nearly reached his narrow shoulders, a slender but muscular frame and eyes the colour of the ocean on a warm, calm summer’s day. ...

    • Author: tinkerbelle
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Light Blue Jeans (Part 2)

    One grey afternoon she was walking through the park, her favourite thinking place, when she saw Josh sitting alone on a bench. His eyes were red and inflamed – he had been crying. Abi walked over and sat next to him. She expected him to get up an...

    • Author: tinkerbelle
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Light Blue Jeans (Part 3)

    “I couldn’t help it. I mean it would have been weird if I had been nice to you, you would have gotten ideas. Oh and Jono would never have forgiven me.” He hiccupped. “Why? What do you mean?” Abi was surprised. “You don’t know? Jono is lik...

  • Light Blue Jeans (Part 4)

    “Um…yeah, I guess,” he shrugged. She tried to hide her euphoria at his statement. He squeezed her hand, not fooled by her guise. He finally looked up, meeting her eyes as she stared out at the setting sun. “They’re splitting up, my parents.

  • Light Blue Jeans (Part 5)

    On her doorstep – the famous cliché moment – he leant forward. As their lips brushed lightly Abi’s skin burned and her head whirled. She felt the world spin around and the ground come rushing up towards her face. “Whoa there!” He grabbed me ...

  • Light Blue Jeans (Part 6)

    She turned her key in the lock and walked inside, closing the door behind her. She ran up to her room in a daze, until she saw a list of chores, left by her mother, lying on the dresser. 1. Get the mail 2. Empty and refill the dishwasher 3. Collect all...

  • Light Blue Jeans (Part 7)

    Scrawled on the note in Josh’s nearly-illegible handwriting were the words: Don’t forget, I’ll always be there to catch you when you fall Abi’s heart skipped a beat and her skin tingled. She picked up the flower and examined it. It was an iris,...

    • Author: tinkerbelle
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • What Really Matters

    The club was a mess. Hired guns, entourage wannabe’s, and assorted cousins lay strewn about the dirty floor. Half the lights in the place were shot out, leaving only a few florescent lights to cast the scene in a sickly blue. Dino sat as far back...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Starting To Get To Me, pt2

    “Come to me child.” She turns her head, smiling casually. Her lips are the ideal frame for her perfect teeth, a portrait of snide and derision. She can’t sense the danger. Her eyes scan my face, and pause on my eyes. The pause is but ...

  • In The Cold

    There is snow falling, and wind blows past the buildings. One building is white. Tall. wide. It has many great wings. In front of this building is a glove, encasing a hand which is attached to a man. With snow and tears, the glove is wet. And in the co...

    • Author: Cowls
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Blue eyed beast

    One night, I had just gotten up, which was odd, because it had been happening often since the night I got bitten by the strange deformed child. But the odd thing was that it only happened when there was a full moon, or no moon. I remember that night, l...

    • Author: Ellizabeth
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Deep Blue

    Aaron gained enough strength to raise his blue eyes to hers. “What, happened?” After a few moments he breathed the words, “Help me,” to her. She put his arm around her and led him to the bathroom where she set him down easi...

  • Someone Heard, Someone Noticed

    Nothing else occupied his thoughts. He had to know-had to see if she was okay, if she was alright. After hearing the endless rings followed by her voicemail for the 11th time, he threw on a dark blue hood jacket over his white teeshirt and quietly shut...

  • Satellite Heart by Anya Marina

    Reaching the top of the stairs he found her bedroom door with light shining through the bottom crack. He slowly pushed the door open. He stood in her doorway for a moment, observing her, letting the pain of what he was seeing soak in. She was wearing a...

  • Seashell

    I have this seashell. It looks just ordinary, like any other seashell. It’s blueish and white, a little smaller than the palm of my hand. It’s got this goldish spot that shines sometimes, in just the right light. But that’s not why I ...

    • Author: wytherwings
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Big Blue Stereotype

    At the corner of my street sat a stereotype. A large blue house with a yard full of weeds and unmowed grass. It was littered with old, yellowed baseballs, sun faded frisbees that were once brightly colored, and a football or two that had long since los...

  • 1 Cerulean Hill Road

    Looking up from the bottom of Cerulean Hill, one might have mistaken it for a nice place. The pale blue paint seemed innocent enough. The clean, white picket fence surrounded the yard with the promise of keeping bad guys out. In reality, it was too lat...

  • Hidden in the Sky

    Sydney laid down the paint brush at last and took a few steps back to gaze lovingly up at his work. “Don’t you think it’s a little…” I hesitated, “…dangerous? Cruel even?” Sydney snorted, “They hav...

  • Different Hues

    It’s not really blue. It is aquamarine, turquoise and cyan in stripes with the roof a striking maroon in contrast. Still, people as a group are a little pushed for time, a little ignorant and rather stubborn, so it has a small plaque in the pavin...

    • Author: Lighty
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5