Yellowpaint Stories

In a post-apocalyptic life where there was nothing but a red and white spotted mushroom and a couple of decaying trees and a bucket of yellow paint in a wheat field with nothing else, would you be able to figure out how to make a society completely made out of paint? // Based on an actual dream I had. -Not a fanfiction. -Will be detailed. -Mentions of suicide.

Sequel to yellow paint

ωнαт'ѕ ιη тнє ѕтσяу: •depression •suicidal thoughts •boyxboy •maybe smut •death •fluff •cutting •swearing •crossdressing "Paint it yellow for me" "Why?" "Maybe one day I can smile bright and happy like it"

A short poem on pain and happiness

it was so toxic yet so addictive, He was her ecstasy.

Poppy, a talented artist, attends a broken down high school. The halls smell and the kids are ignorant. The best part of the year, Van Gogh Months, is upon her and this year she's not as excited-Lossr is picking partners. How will fate play out?

After their experience with such a horrifying artistically puzzling nightmare through an Art Exhibit. 10 years have passed since then and they just might meet each other once again in the exact same place they first met where they experienced such a frightening memory, but something worth reliving through. ***WARNING!! MAY CONTAIN SOME SMEXY ACTIONS!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! ~(>\\\<)/***

in which Maura looks for meaning in death