General:

I simply seem unable to let go of Shaurya and Aabha, hence this spin off / sequel.

I intend to make this a series of OS, all based on and about the characters in the Alternate Universe that I created for my Serial Story – Amaranthine. Each OS would revolve round one particular hue, either symbolically representing what that hue stands for or would be a dominant theme around which the story would revolve. I think the colour themed idea is suitable for the spin off(s) for the main story Amaranthine, one of its meanings being a deep reddish purple.

As of now, I will start with the story posted next, which was basically developed on the vague idea I had for the epilogue for Amaranthine. However, apart from the fact that there was no way I could fit it with the final story arc, I was also fiercely determined not to have an epilogue. So I have written it here as a short story, which can be read as a standalone piece, though if there is any reader who has not read Amaranthine and is now interested in doing so, the link is given in the 'external link' below.

As mentioned above, I have ambitious plans of making this into a series, though I am not sure and currently, I am completely blank as to what others tales I could spin around them using a chromatic theme. But in the event I am unable to write further stories, I hope the few tales are captivating enough.

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A Rainbow of colours and all of its hues
Are all parts of love that entwine and infuse.
All added together, they make pure white,
A love so divine, like the brightest of light.

Love that is lost, makes us feel blue,
When there is jealousy, green will show through.
Love turned to anger, makes us see red
When love is golden, it lightens the head.

When love is joyful, we are tickled pink,
When it turns brown, it can really stink.
To hide one's love, maybe labelled as yellow
Others may see it as love gone mellow.

When it is violet, love's turned aggressive,
By people obsessive or very possessive.
Orange means happy, love's going well,
Smiles on our faces and our hearts swell.

When love is washed out, all looks so grey,
Like sombre skies, on a cold winter day.
When love's all gone and never coming back
There is no colour and the soul turns black.

~Bill Hoeneveld, April 21, 2014 ~ 

Disclaimer

This is a fictional story and the names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or, in rare cases, actual events used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. . Further, there are certain medical instances mentioned in the story; the factual accuracy might not be proven but the same are medically plausible.

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