Promote your story but just with an excerpt that includes/mentions a color

LOKIEL 2024-09-21 17:38:15 UTC #21

This was a pretty sad chapter.

Slowly, the forlorn villagers approached the casket one by one, each holding a single wildflower to place on Serena’s final resting place. As the flowers accumulated, a vibrant tapestry of colors emerged, enhancing Serena’s beauty even in her eternal slumber. The sun climbed higher, casting a golden glow over the gathering, as if nature itself were offering its condolences.

fearthedeer724 2024-09-22 03:13:03 UTC #22

Here's an excerpt from Chapter 40 - Callahan

“He really is beautiful, isn’t he?” she whispered as the baby reached up and tugged on a strand of her blue hair, his bright red eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Leo smiled, his heart swelling with pride as he brushed his hand over the baby's fine, blond hair. “I’m glad he looks like you.”

king-goldfish 2024-09-22 04:14:48 UTC #23

I really appreciate the effort you put into coming up with interesting ways to promote lol

Anyway, somewhat unorthodox but this is what came up when I did ctrl+f "blue":

“Right, well, you have to understand that, at that time, my last interaction in the living world was the entirety of volshebnik society deciding I deserved to die.”

He snorted. “You say it like we decided that out of the blue, for no reason whatsoever.”

Leyelle 2024-10-10 14:47:46 UTC #24

The second I turned my head, he looked away again, his unreasonably blue eyes going back to scanning the walls, the stairs, and the floor in jumpy, skittish motions, with his head tilted just slightly to one side like a bird of prey, searching for a target.

SwordSong 2024-10-11 01:38:09 UTC #25

Coincidentally, this latest chapter of mine features plenty of colour mentions. Moreso than the previous chapters, unless I'm miscounting something.

Hundreds of questions bubbled through my mind whilst my hand drew the albedo crystal across the black spots growing on the Cantata's masts and floorboards to cleanse them of the rot before they can decompose into mush.

And yet, when I looked into those red-tinted eyes, glittering like firelight, I stopped.

She was holding out a beautiful silver wheellock—its sleek barrel glittering under the sunlight, with three pairs of filigree wings spreading around its reload wheel.

"Stop it!" The girl's face flushed crimson, and I winced at her suddenly shrill tone.

Five lanky figures, covered from head-to-toe in black, leapt aboard the ship, and the mob gathered by the railing parted like curtains.

remiquise 2024-10-11 01:45:27 UTC #26

A few colours are mentioned...
Chapter 5, Frost:

The young lady tried to smile, but her face was numb— so much so that it was hard to even open her mouth to speak. Frost crept from her purple lips and crackled as she tried to pry her jaw open enough to say something. “Thank you.” It was said in little more than a breath. She took the bottle in her puffy reddened fingers and stowed it away in her pocket.

The bell above the door gave a weak jingle as she left the pharmacy and began her treacherous trudge home. Snow engulfed the town, but filthy muddled walkways carved up the streets, leaving heaps of gravel and snow to tower either side of them. Sheer winds and blizzards had bleached the once colourful storefronts a hideously dingy grey. The moisture that breathed within the walls and roofs slowly ate away at them and caused the buildings to sag— they were ever tired of their endless fight against the elements. The trees that lurked overhead were barren and rotted black, only held in place by the frozen soil’s suffocating embrace and the densely packed snow at their bases. It wasn't fresh, fluffy snow. No. It was solid, the top layer cracked away in chunks. Below the surface it was sticky, it clung to clothes and shoes in little balls should anyone try to traverse it.

It had not always been that way. Once this town was lush and green. But those days were long gone. The woman knew she must have had memories from back then, with someone special. She was sure if she dwelled enough on it she could dig them up, but the ground was essentially a layer of permafrost now. It wasn't worth the effort to dig up anything. All that mattered was the all encompassing cold that took hold of her heart in adolescence and spread from there. The very curse that bestowed this everlasting winter upon her.

Tubacabra 2024-10-11 02:02:54 UTC #27

Mancer tensed as raw magic coursed through him, firing every nerve in his body and speeding the course of his blood. His eyes shone in a myriad of colors; red and blue irises swirling into purple pupils. His hair was the green of tarnished copper, and his dark robe billowed around him as the magic circle pulsed rapidly. Blood dripped from his nose, teasing the bone dry ground with the prospect of moisture. The wind quickened. Time seemed to slow as the circle shrunk around him and he squinted as a bright, white light enveloped him.

The space was completely empty. Not a speck of dust was visible, and all Mancer could see in every direction was an infinite expanse of white. There was not a single shadow cast, as though nothing existed but light, pure and refined. It was perfectly still: A place he had visited countless times before.

“I seek the time spirit, Chroma,” he said softly.