Artistic Stories

"Hello, my creative little stars! Welcome to Star Bridge University. A wonderful university where creators from around the world gather to master everything from Arts to Music." Skylar Lemon will be the protagonist in V2 of The Club of Dreamers Skylar forms a club whereas it's for whose talents don't fit into a single box, bringing together a athletic video editor, a guarded music prodigy, a poetic playwright, and a romantic digital artist. Together, they form a constellation of SBU, turning chaos into art, music, and stories.

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

🥀✧Just moments.☆🥀 The kind that happens in between words, in stolen glances, in almost-confessions. ☆ If this were a movie, these would be the scenes that stayed with you.°♡∘ ☆{A collection of cinematic vignettes written like poems}☆ ♡˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ｡⁠☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡∘˳⁠°～｡⁠☆～◉♡*⁠'✧✧❥⁠ ～｡⁠☆

"So you're telling me this whole time, you learned guitar because it was my 'dream'?" Adeline asks. "I didn't mean for this to happen, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Look I'll drop-" Eli rambles on. "Don't, just don't," Adeline cuts him off before sighing and walking past him. Leaving a distressed Eli Housley running a hand through his hair. Adeline and Eli? Let's just label their friendship as complicated. The duo were inseparable for the longest time, but frustrations and complications lead to them growing apart. Now it's their senior year and Adeline just wants to make this year her most memorable one yet, Eli on the other hand knows that this is his last shot with Adeline. Throw in dreams of making it in the music industry, a friendship that needs mending, and some old feelings that might not be so unrequited after all, and you've got the story of Adeline and Eli. Watch the book trailer here https://youtu.be/nKKmTgLJCHE spin-off to little miss sarcastic, but can be read as a stand alone novel. #adeli completed. Model in cover photo: Andrea Russett

Just us.

In the aftermath of their legendary Gala performance, Mathias and Nadia walk away from the fame to find the one thing they never had: a life written by their own hands.

"Art isn't just about what you draw, paint or sculpture. It's about you." Naya, is a lady from the small town Nikara who believes she's meant for greater heights with her passion for Art. Spades on the other hand... When their worlds collide, she believes it's love. He believes it's purpose. Which is it? ------ Daily updates! Don't forget to vote! Love y'all!!

I am one of the mediocre-to-justno around, but still, on popular request, I am satiating requester's hunger by publishing this book, where all kinds of art tips that I can give will be passed to you. Hope it is helpful!

✨️Feel every heartbeat between the lines.✨️ Threads of the Heart is a tapestry of emotions, stories, and truths. From forgotten souls to moments of pure happiness, every poem listens, remembers, and speaks the language of the human heart. ♥️💫 Welcome to Threads of the Heart💖!!! #Ambys2025Entrant #Ambys2025R2Qualifier

this my first time writing om wattpad . I am going to have fun with this draft and go with flow kind of vibe .this project is going to be about mystery ,horror ,but main theme is going to be exploring my characters developments . how they will change with course of time as story progresses . I am also planning to push myself out of my comfort zone with this project

Just what the cover says :)

Basically what I draw and create and write. This is poetry and all things art. If ya wanna give me ideas on what to draw I'll gladly take them

Drawings and crafts that I did.

I will put in here lots of pictures of my art. If you enjoy it leave a vote!

A book of collective quotes by the students that I have worked with over the past 20 years.

Just random poems I think of on the spot.

From the hill we could see everything. But within each other, I could see nothing. When so much remains constant, why do variables change? And do they change deliberately? Or, like an empty heart, is it for us to ascribe?

Me being weirdly expressive.

just some of my art I've made throughout the year :D