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The Artist and The Dancer by nikki20038
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Hamilton Academy of the Arts. The school Sydney Acosta moved to all the way from Toronto, Ontario in a barely known city. After the divorce between her mother and father, she's stuck by her mother's side, following her to another city in Canada. Her emotions are expressed through the one thing she loves doing: dancing. Lucas Cahill is a quiet, almost outcast in the school. His twin brother, Joseph, better known as Joey, is the best known guy in school. He's considered popular, cooler and better looking than his brother despite the two having the same face. At school, Joey doesn't acknowledge his brother, at home and in the past they are inseparable with the excuses from Joey tolling up over time. His isolation and other emotions are expressed through his art. The two seventeen year olds are connected in their different forms of art in a teenage story filled with drama, sarcasm and loads of creativity. "My drawings are like stick figures compared to anything you draw. You could draw the world's ugliest frog and it will still turn out beautiful. Lucas you're an amazing artist." "So are you." He said quietly, looking up at me with his soft, heartwarming eyes. "How?"I couldn't draw for shit. "Because you are a dancer. Dancing is an art. And you are an amazing dancer." Cover~ xThePineappleGirlx #15 Teen Fiction (11/12/16)
STEPHEN by nikki20038
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"I love you." "I know." ••• All Rights Reserved 2017 @nikki20038 cover: xThePineappleGirlx Big thank you to @GoldenSun_SilverStar , check her out!
The Game of Age (Completed) by Van_Carley
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People say age is nothing but a number. In a time where men seek young trophy wives and women are applauded for being cougars, it was inevitable that Tristan Lee and Hildy Willow would cross paths on a summer afternoon. Their fifteen-year age gap meant something when Hildy was just a kid, but as adults, it becomes a game of age. ***PLEASE NOTE, I WROTE THIS STORY IN 2014, AND IT NEEDS EDITING... BADLY. LOL. I WILL GET TO IT SOMEDAY :)