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Little Lady
The Artist This one is a special one; an artist that may come to shock you. For she is the one called “Little Lady” and she prays for everyone, including you. She has an old soul. She knows that she is beautiful inside and out. She knows this because God makes no mistakes, no matter how tall or stout. God didn’t create her perfect for them. He created her perfect for, him. It is her imperfections that make her perfect. From which she knows she could not defect. She has such a tender heart, and she wears it on her sleeve. So nurturing and also very caring. She’s before her time, at least that is what they say. For she is but a child, as she turns seven today. Her mother cleans in preparation of Little Lady’s birthday bash. And there it was, a note underneath her teddy bear Ash.
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Art
The Brush of Dreams.
In the heart of a small town, tucked away between bustling streets, stood a quaint bookstore known as "Painted Prose." Its weathered sign swayed gently in the breeze, beckoning curious souls to step inside and explore the wonders within. Few knew of its existence, and those who did often whispered tales of magic and mystery that surrounded the place.
By Gideon Gbadero 3 years ago in Art
Fifty Sisters
The 1940s saw the world’s petrochemical industry dominated by oil production in the Middle East and a cartel known as the Seven Sisters. Three decades later, during the Arab-Israeli war, an oil embargo was imposed against the United States. In an expression of political retaliation, Arab nations sought revenge against the US for arming the Israeli military.
By Nicky Frankly3 years ago in Art
THE LADY OF SHALOTT
T’was quite early when I first heard the cock crow, almost on cue as the clock struck four. Then suddenly there was an urgent knocking upon my chamber’s door.
By Jon H. Davis3 years ago in Art
3 Pieces of Art
When I first walked into his apartment, I did what I always do. What I used to do every time I got home from school back when I lived with him. I checked the counters and studied the look on his face.
By Noah Baldwin3 years ago in Art
LAST DAY IN MADRID
In the hostel lounge, Talia hunched over in the wire chair next to the mural of fish-shaped eyes, splashed with muted green, orange, and yellow. She took out her red wallet which doubled as a good luck charm. She read that red attracts abundance which she immediately needed. She counted the euros three times, alloted an amount for the cab to the airport, one meal, payment for the last day’s lodging, and admission to the Museo de Reina Sofia, a mile walk away through Retiro Parque. She savored the buttery but hardened, almond croissant left over from the day before. Her luxury for this day was a cafe americano. Still hungry, she reached into her back pack for the stale almonds in the zip pocket. During the stay, her persistent worry was being stuck in Spain without resources.
By Edwina M Salazar3 years ago in Art
Painted prose : colorful literary expression
Title: Investigating the Specialty of Painted Writing: Disclosing the Shades of Artistic Articulation in the US Presentation
By yogita Rajput3 years ago in Art
The Great Salty Beast
Katsushika Hokusai, Under the Wave off Kanagawa also known as the Great Wave, from the series Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji, Japanese, Edo period, about 1830–31. Woodblock print; ink and color on paper. William Sturgis Bigelow Collection.
By Meagan Dion3 years ago in Art
The Art Professor's Tale
The Art Professors Tale Part 1 Strands of long black hair fell from his lowered head hovering above the teak wood adorning the top of the desk. Worn hands failed to conceal the unsteadiness he felt inside as they shuffled through papers. Fingers filled with tremors of his emotions lingered on individual pages before moving on to the next. Eyes unable to focus through the blur of his thoughts stared blankly at words written in meter and verse.
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Art
The Houseguest
Not every adventure or quest requires a journey, just the decision to say yes. She knows this the way she knows which herbs to use to summon a gentle rain and which to encourage the most violent of storms.
By Kylie T3 years ago in Art
The Curator
"Well, it's not going to win any medals, if you ask me." "Most artists don't." "To whom do I owe the privilege of this work of "Art'?
By ChristopherWrites3 years ago in Art
Of Sea & Sky
“Come, come, Elispa, my darling, don’t fret. Everything will be quite all right, I promise you this.” Elispa embraced the arms of her sister, Asura, which were wrapped around her thin shoulders for comfort, and gazed into her beloved sea. Elipsa sighed, seeing that the starfish and sea anemones were already beginning their transformation into those lovely, fluttering things of the sky. What were they called? Oh, yes - butterflies - of course, she remembered now. Oh dear, she thought. With the hand that wasn’t desperately grasping her sister’s, Elipsa wiped a translucent, aquamarine-colored tear from her eye. Was this really goodbye?
By Gina C.3 years ago in Art