English vocabulary: Colors – 38 words with pictures, audio & printable flashcards

It is small and white.

The leaves are black.

He sees a blue door.

He has a red apple.

He sees the green grass.

It is brown and wet.

It has yellow eyes.

She wore a golden mask and a blue cloak.

Pat lived on an orange boat.

It is small and grey.

The air in London was cold and gray.

Rosa's face is pale.

The colours were still bright.

The dragon is the color of the gray stone.

the man in the cream sweater.

Then she saw it: a heavy, navy-blue wool coat.

It has pink flowers.

It was said to be the length of a man lying flat, with eyes the colour of tarnished silver.

wait are you the person with the purple sweater

Seventeen feet of welded steel, draped in three thousand hand-sewn feathers— gold, burnt orange, and a deep, almost painful shade of violet— it sat in the yard behind Delroy Ambrose's garage in Brixton like a ship built too far from the sea.

The baton arrived in a manila envelope on a Tuesday, which Mara always thought was the least dramatic day of the week for a secret to surface.

The violet feathers caught the evening light and shifted like something breathing.

The mural had been her entire world, a vibrant explosion of colour on a street that had forgotten how to be bright.

On Sunday, Marcia helped him attach the final panel— a cascade of iridescent fabric that represented the sea between Trinidad and England.

The mud is dark and soft.

It is a silver key.

The colours were still bright.

The ink is faded.

Not an ordinary pike— those dull, predatory fish that haunted every other lake in the county— but something older.

Finn grabbed the rod with both hands, his knuckles whitening.

Señor Vega’s face turned red.

It is small and gold.

Jess's face went red.

Standing next to her was a tall man with light eyes.

The night was warm and the sky was deep blue.

It was a flat, industrial grey that seemed to swallow the morning light.

Seventeen feet of welded steel, draped in three thousand hand-sewn feathers— gold, burnt orange, and a deep, almost painful shade of violet— it sat in the yard behind Delroy Ambrose's garage in Brixton like a ship built too far from the sea.

it's LAVENDER.