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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?

Artworks I drew or made with other methods. There will be different types of artworks but mostly animal drawings, feel free to check them out.

[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

LA GENTE VEDENDO CHE STACCO I GRAFFITI SU CARTA DAI MURI S' INCURIOSISCE. E' QUESTO CHE VOGLIO

Skylar isn't like most girls. Unlady like, bad attitude, and a killer smile. She doesn't long for a relationship or drool over boys at school, She's in love with her work and that's all she needs. Little does she realize she's in for a green eyed surprise.

real life meets real fiction, when two worlds collide and destroy lives

Set in the popular Mass Effect universe, this story details the teenage life of a female Commander Shepard, her upbringing in the urban jungles of Earth and her everyday struggles with friends, school and the 10th Street Reds criminal gang. She seems to have a hang of things, until she suddenly finds herself targeted by one of the biggest mercenary companies in the galaxy: the ruthless Blue Suns.

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.

She had always told me to watch my back, there are always going to be bad people watching you. Never in your wildest dreams, would you expect what would happen next. Please read first page to understand what this story is about, this description is being worked on I'm sorry.

"Wait!" She yanked at her arm, but he just tightened his grip and stepped closer to her. "You...? You're the girl from last night?" Even though she had already acted guilty, she still attempted to maintain a straight and innocent face. "What girl? What are you talking about?" He paused for a second, his eyes roaming her face with such intensity that she squirmed and blushed under his piercing gaze. "You're lying," he decided with narrowed eyes. She finally ripped her arm from his grasp and growled, "What's it matter to you, anyway?" He didn't seem to have an answer for that, and his hand immediately sought out the back of his neck in sheepish unease. "I...Look I didn't mean to scare you away last night," he finally settled on. He dropped his raised arm, and shoved both of his hands deep in his jean pockets. She couldn't help but notice that a slight tinge of red covered his high cheekbones. Beverly crossed her arms, and replied, "You didn't." "Well then why'd you run?" **** Sometimes he can't sleep. Sometimes she paints the town. On the one night that Beverly Banks and Landon Ford bump into each other, they realize that they don't always have to wander the 2 AM streets alone. Sometimes they like to have company. Sometimes they hold hands under the glow of flickering lampposts. Sometimes they cling to each other. Sometimes their love is so vibrant, even the walls color. Three-shot.

Luke Ryder is a con, a criminal, and a poor excuse for the stereotypical bad boy girls often mistake him for. Life is going as best as it can until Ryder crosses his little town's notorious gang and ends up in hot water with the cops. Grayson West is an artist, or so she believes. But when she becomes desperate to make her voice heard, she runs into serious trouble with the law. Unfortunately for her, Grayson's father is the new head detective in town. When the two meet at the police station, they both couldn't care less about the other until they are brought together by their illegal hobbies and a limiting secret they both share. This story is a creative writing assignment I have been working on. The purpose was to take a random song and write a story based on the lyrics. The song shuffle came up with was "the lucky ones" by Lana Del Rey. Luckily, one of my favorites ;)

She puts paste ups on the crumbling street walls; he plays cello in the city's most renowned halls. Noisy is a Street Artist, Valentin is a Musical Prodigy. One day, their worlds unexpectedly collide: they need to collaborate for a once-in-a-lifetime competition. They are thrown into each other's worlds and dive deeper than they ever thought they could. Is their love for art enough to connect them, or do the clashing differences threaten to destroy the delicate bond?

a mediocre story about tyler and josh

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College Junior Jade Sampson can see ghosts. Determined to live a normal life she focuses on her plans to attend a top culinary school. When the restaurant where she works is taken over by a major corporation and the Chairman's beautiful but irritating son Kahn Ji-Seok takes over as manager, things start going downhill. Although Jade's plans go completely off the rails when learning that she and Ji-Seok share the same abilities and a twisted fate involving an ancient prophecy. Jade soon has to come to grips with the fact legends are real and there ARE monsters in the dark.

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

revenge /rɪˈvɛn(d)ʒ/ noun the action of hurting or harming someone in return for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands. This is Google's take on revenge. Although I would say that it falls under everything I'm implying I feel as if it's... missing something. Is anyone fimilar with the term 'an eye for an eye? A tooth for a tooth?' Well If you aren't, I find it pretty self explanatory. I wasn't always like this... Rude, Sarcastic and Amazing. I used to be quite nice. A little too nice if you were to ask me. Too... hopful. To depressed. But then it happened. I took a step up. And stepped out. My life was a mess, and I had tried so many countless times to fix it. But I couldn't. It was impossible. So I took a step away form the situation. And came back after A LOT of hard work, to help the past stay in the past well also getting my revenge well I was there...

Story of two street artists who can't help but fall for one another despite their differences. Two households, neither alike in dignity, In fair Alleyways, where we lay our scene, From no ancient grudge doesn't break to new mutiny, Where spray paint makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers don't take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows society

Nick is tired. Tired of drawing on the walls, never being heard, always being ignored. He hates seeing graffiti. Nick knows. He knows it's the cries of the lonely to be heard. A cry he's learned the language of. A cry he wants to never hear again. Nick is tired, but he doubts anything is ever going to stop that feeling. Not, at least, until the day he dies.