Streetart Stories

Він зайшов у моє життя без стуку. Нахабно відкривши двері моєї палати ногою. - Ти вже померла чи ще думаєш, Анорексіє? - сказав він так, ніби це був не мій діагноз, а моє ім'я. Я не відповіла. Це здавалося зайвим. Мій план був простий: згорнутися калачиком, не заважати нікому і дочекатися, поки тіло саме здасться. Без сцен. Без криків. Мати виконала свою частину ідеально. Запхала мене в цю лікарню. Швидка посмішка медсестрі, чек за палату і вона вже злиняла, навіть не глянувши мені в очі. Мені це підходило. Поки не з'явився Нейт. І мій ідеальний план смерті розвалився. Гучний. Нахабний. Живий настільки, що це дратує фізично. Він ввалюється до мене, ніби це його палата, бренчить на гітарі, хамить і засирає мої стіни своїми жахливими малюнками. Він каже, що це терапія. Як на мене він просто псує державне майно. Я ненавиджу його. Особливо за цей погляд. Він дивиться так. Ніби був там. У той момент коли я зламалася. Здається, цей самовпевнений ідіот вирішив, що я маю стати його перемогою. І він не збирається відступати. Саме це мене лякає. Бо чим ближче він підбирається до мене, тим сильніше я хочу жити.

" It's not a story about Bitcoin. It's a story about what's left of a man when he refuses to be his bank account." In the heart of Bristol, amid the acrid smell of paint and the electrical hum of clandestine servers, the most dangerous identity of the century is born. Robin Gunningham didn't want to be rich; he wanted to be free. But freedom comes at a price no cryptographic function can calculate. While the world chases the shadow of Satoshi Nakamoto through financial charts and journalistic investigations, Mercedes Fiorenova leads us into the bunker where aggressive activism meets the silence of the soul. Between a work that self-destructs under the blows of an auction gavel and a code that slips into the depths of the Darknet, I'M Satoshi Nakamoto (Banksy) is a brutal and poetic descent into the failure of modern utopias. dark true novel . A journey alongside a man who burned a billion-dollar treasure to remain a ghost, and a woman, Lauren, who dances on the edge of a bipolar abyss to witness the end of the world as we know it. Are you ready to discover that the truth isn't written in a digital wallet, but on the wall they just tried to tear down?

What everyone sees is just the girl who sits in the front row of the classroom, answers all the questions, and is better friends with her teachers and people her age. However, what they don't see are the scars, the bottle of whiskey she keeps under her pillow, and the backpack in her closet-- filled with spray paint. Genesis isn't exactly a social butterfly like most of the girls in her senior class, but she's also no typical nerd. When new kid, Jeremiah, takes an interest in her, she will finally discover that maybe, she's not so alone in this world after all.

Nessa. A girl with too many bad memories, an idgaf attitude and a flair for the dramatics. She's a runaway, who goes through life with a camera glued to her hands, false lashes up to her eyebrows and a laugh plastered to her face. When her life turns to shit she puts on another layer of lipstick, nurses a bottle and beats up some poor old punching bags. Shay. A quiet boy with enough pain to last everyone in East city two life times. The saddest thing is he is the result of a relatively happy childhood. He goes through life with suspicious eyes, earphones forever in and swearing a little too much. Always covered in paint, obsessed with gum, strange words and vandalizing things Shay is the complete opposite of Nessa. She is the exact type of person he should stay away from, considering its illegal for them to talk to each other. But then again she could be the exact thing he needs. They bond over daddy issues and sleepless nights, complementing each others flaws and both standing for the same things. And in a world going up in flames and falling apart at the same time, love is the last thing on their minds. But when clinging to hope gets harder and the urge to push everyone away stronger they resist. Because both Shay and Nessa need each other, they need each other to keep from completely falling apart, they need each other to survive.

Welcome to the Runaway Clique. On and beneath the streets of San Francisco, armed with spray paint and endless words to shout to the world, live the runaways. The broken. The misfits. All with stories and baggage. They do all they can to survive, expressing themselves in the writing on the walls. Things all change when they meet a rich boy who, at first glance, seems to have everything. But people are complex, and life is hard. How will the runaways' lives and problems mesh with that of a rich boy, his family's business, and an arranged marriage? This chance meeting could either make them or break them.

Luis and Slydawg are back with another adventure! *THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER THE FIRST STORY!* Luis has been seeing a tagger who seems like they want to hide from him. Who could this tagger be?

#ACyberpunkNovella Dominique Coutee meets the graffiti writer/underground hackers called Neukdae and crew leader Jai in a post apocalyptic Dallas Texas . Through their help, Dominique is trained and ready to search for Marcus Caesar creator of the new virtual reality street drug Somnium, and who's responsible for her sister's death.

"What are we doing here?" "What do you mean?" "We're trapped in this godforsaken city! Living like rats! Destined to die!" "You seem to know exactly what we're doing here." "Why us? Why here? Why like this!!" "Because we were sent to Hell. Look around you. All of this? We're home."

After a life changing decision, Emery Grey, 17, starts new in the big apple where street art covers the city and no one knows who she is. Everything is planned out perfectly as it had been for months except for one thing. Love.

Luis is going to do some graffiti by himself today! But he encounters another tagger (tw for cursing and fighting parents)

Urban | Horror| Hood In the heart of a crumbling nursing home nestled deep in the hood, Tariq-a troubled young man fresh out the system-lands a job that quickly turns nightmarish. When eerie figures emerge from flickering TVs and whispered warnings echo through static, he uncovers a buried government experiment still pulsing beneath the walls. FREE TV is a tale of urban decay, haunting memory, and supernatural terror, where forgotten souls fight for airtime-and survival means burning it all down.

Graffiti in Jordan has been gaining momentum over the past few decades. What began as an underground movement has now evolved into a prominent form of artistic expression. Walk through the streets of Amman, the capital city, and you'll find colorful murals, intricate designs, and powerful messages adorning walls, buildings, and alleyways.

- This is Aizawa x quirkless street artist reader - My first story -Will take long to finish (definitely) - Expect: Cringe Bad grammar (English is my 2nd language) Bad/boring plot twist? Y/n uses pronounces She/Her (I do this because its easier for me to relate and that helps me to create a better story because I can inspire from my own feelings more easily.) ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Swearing Murder Fake death/suicide Child abuse Blood Violence Bullying IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THESE TOPICS PLEASE CLICK OFF OR READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! (Will add more as the story will be written) * * * You always knew that you were never ment for something big. Definitely not being a hero. After a traumatic event in your family you end up as an undercover street artist with no friends, non-existent identity, with only goal in life to bring boring dark empty streets to life for just a little cash. But when you take an offer that gets you to a dangerous situation with apparent no way out, an old friend friend appears and saves your life. Despite your fear, you decide to risk everything you have done in your life and show yourself back to the world. But the danger you kept hiding from is still in your shadow, watching and waiting to strike. Will you be able to stay with the one you love? Or will it all fall apart? -None of the mha characters belong to me -None of the art belongs to me -Credit goes to the original owners

[COMPLETED] ❝What are you going to paint?❞ ❝You.❞ -_-_- The one where Zayn is a homeless street artist and Liam is a successful business man. Zayn decides to color his life outside the lines. And while he does that, Liam finds out that there's more to Zayn's art than he had thought. [#107 in fanfiction] Copyright © 2014-2015 || boytoys

Once. This is how all fairy tales begin. Once, there were Jedi. Once, there were Mandalorians. Once, there was the Republic. Once, there wasn't the tyranny of the Empire. Always with a Once... This story also begins with a Once. In the Imperial Academy on Mandalore during the middling years of the war between the Empire and the Rebellion, on an information mission run by the members of the Cularin Safe World that ends with one being separated from them and having to fend for herself in a situation turning increasingly hostile. Will she learn why she is not considered ready for a solo mission yet? Or will the Empire and the lure of the darkside prove too much?

She was too fat She was too ugly She was bullied She was abused She was hated and didn't know why then Mr mafia saved her she came back better as ever

He does graffiti... Or as he puts it, he is a street artist. Because of God's oh-so-gracious gift to him at birth, he has never had any trouble keeping his identity secret... Until now. ~~~~~~ "B-but h-" "Does it matter how? Just get out of my damn apartment!" I pointed at the door. "Y-you are a girl?" He asked finally looking from my chest to my face. Scanning my feminine features quite obviously. He looked away from my face and down to my boxers, which as you could guess, were not very feminine. "But you have a d-" The man stopped blushing. "A dick?" I chuckled more for the fact that it was hardly considered a dick, but he doesn't need to know that "Yes, sweetie, I'm a chick with a dick." I said and then stopped. "Well, rather, I am a jack with a rack." Currently 'Random' genre