THE ART CRIMES

THE ART CRIMES

  • WpView
    LETTURE 7
  • WpVote
    Voti 0
  • WpPart
    Parti 1
WpMetadataReadIn corso<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mer, giu 2, 2021
*** If art's a crime, then crime could be a new form of art. If a crime feels like art and GOD is by your side - who's 2 blame? THE ART CRIMES: The revolution is NOW. THE ART CRIMES started as a series originally inspired by the art of devARTist Elleka, and now this series opens up to the art of other artists, too: Artists with a sense for mysterious and magical things, creating works of art that go deep and are able to tell me stories due to their visual ambiguousness. Three stars at the beginning of THE ART CRIMES' motto are the sign for the purpose, each star representing every single word, evoking the thought of THE ART CRIMES wherever they are laid down: *** There's the first one, and here's another one: *** We're chasing for the stars all the time. Cover Photography: Abyss © Beau Cyphre © All Rights Reserved
Tutti i diritti riservati
Entra a far parte della più grande comunità di narrativa al mondoFatti consigliare le migliori storie da leggere, salva le tue preferite nella tua Biblioteca, commenta e vota per essere ancora più parte della comunità.
Illustration

Potrebbe anche piacerti

  • His Ruthless Temptation
  • To Steal a Weeping Widow
  • Nocturne 18+
  • Petals Beneath The Blade
  • Chasing Stars ✔️
  • Twisted Secrets (book 1 of Twisted Fanfic)
  • Nefarious Bliss

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

Più dettagli
WpActionLinkLinee guida sui contenuti