The Art Of Love
- Reads 171
- Votes 9
- Parts 2
Art Of Love
- A.C. Gonz, 2015 -
If a bottle of paint and a brush could make a single painting be admired and inspire other people, does it mean love is an art?
If one creation could make a whole new generation, could love do it too?
If one canvas can be turned into different vast, does love have its own ways?
If one person could be inspired by another person, can love be made by inspiration?
If art is where we express our feelings and emotions, isn't it the same when it comes to love?
Art may vary from different things, but the love that we all have for it remains as the same thing."
A SHORT STORY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS
All Rights Reserved
#481
basedonatruestory
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Sketchbook
"Life is like a sketchbook. There's a beginning and an end. When you start, your drawings will start simple but become more detailed over time. Some are filled with color while some are black and white. Some were easy to create while others took more hard work. Some pages were bent and scribbled while others have been torn out completely, never to be seen again. Some people appreciate your art while others tend to criticize. Your sketchbook is your life. The question is.. What art will you create?" Jayda Joseph lives in a very strict household of Christians. She only pretends to be faithful to her religion, so her parents do not find out what really goes on in her life. Jayda wants to listen to her parents, but she cares about her freedom more which leads to a frightening mistake that completely changes her life. She meets a boy by the name of Charles. He is what brings her life to hell, and a new member to the family. Jayda learns the hard reality of what the true definition is of "consequences."Complete
Love Me Like You Do
Previously titled as 'His Masterpiece' ***************************************** "I hate you" she shut her eyes and screamed at him. "But I love you" he confessed for the first time. Her eyes widen on his confession. Her heart skipped a beat when he confessed. She had been expecting him to say those words for a long time, but now he is late. She shook her head. "No. You still pity me. You are feeling guilty. You don't love nor you are going to love me in any future. Leave me." she sobbed. "I have always loved you but I didn't realize that soon enough. Please forgive me." he begged her just like she did. "There is nothing to forgive. But I can't love you again." saying that she walked away. ***************************************** He was keen on painting a masterpiece, but he failed to realize that she was his masterpiece. She was busy on running away from him, but she didn't knew that fate was trying to unite them both. ***************************************** Dive into the world of colors to witness the fusion of art and loveComplete
Canvas Of The Heart
"Canvas Of The Heart" invites you on an intimate journey through the vivid landscapes of human experience. This collection of poems is a testament to the raw, intricate threads that weave together love, life, and the delicate dance between reality and dreams. Within these verses, discover the intoxicating highs and heartbreaking lows of love's embrace. Each poem is a mirror reflecting the complexities of relationships, inviting you to see your own reflection in its verses. From the ache of heartbreak to the exultation of connection, these words resonate with the depths of human connection. Yet, "Canvas Of The Heart" is more than a reflection of emotions-it is an exploration of reality's essence. It uncovers hidden wonders within the mundane: nature's breath, the whispers of time, and the enigmas that linger in the shadows. These verses peel back layers, revealing the extraordinary in the ordinary. Let these words guide you on a journey of introspection and self-discovery. Themes of resilience, hope, and the indomitable spirit of humanity echo throughout, offering solace in moments of uncertainty. This collection is a sanctuary for those who seek solace in the beauty and complexity of life's poetry, an invitation to find the extraordinary in the ordinary. With evocative language and profound insights, "Canvas Of The Heart" is not just a book-it's a companion that will stay with you long after the final page is turned. It is a sanctuary for those who seek solace in the beauty and complexity of life's poetry, an invitation to find the extraordinary in the ordinary. Embark on this transformative literary journey and let the canvases of your heart be painted with the colors of love, life, and the wonders that await in the world around you. "Canvas Of The Heart" is waiting to leave its indelible mark on your soul.
The Lake House
"I don't have terrible problems, and I know my life isn't bad like other people's", I added. "But it's as if I'm half and half", I shrugged. "Half satisfied, half disappointed, half happy, half sad". "I know it's silly though", I corrected myself while sitting up and shaking my head. "I know I don't have the right to say I feel-". "You don't have to be miserable to have depression", Matthew cut in while looking into the horizon. "You don't have to be poor, or unloved, or even bullied to feel like you're losing all hope", he added. Looking right ahead, he placed his hand on the water and threw some ahead, creating a 'splash' sound that interrupted our quietness. "You don't need water to feel like you're drowning", he pointed while looking at me with an intense look, as if begging me to understand and take my words back. "Never apologize for your feelings", he continued while moving a bit closer to me. "They are there for a reason".Complete
Kissing My Ex ✔
Guardians of Freecaster High #1 "That doesn't make any sense. You were the one who left me. You didn't care anymore." "If I didn't care, Alexis, then why is it I can't touch another girl unless I'm imagining you?" He pushes against me, trapping me against the wall, his minty beer breath skating across my lips. "J-Jace, you don't have t-to do this," I stammer, already losing the fight as my body melts against his. Jace's hand moves to trace his thumb across my bottom lip. "Why do I obsess about kissing you again? Why do memories of holding you still haunt me?" His face pinches in agony. "Why can't I do the right fucking thing and leave you alone?" _______________________________________________ Alexis 'Lexi' Young has four goals; pass her senior year of high school, buy her own wheels, get accepted to culinary school, and forget that her ex-boyfriend ever existed. Seems easy enough, right? Nope! Not when the school across town burns to the ground and all the students are sent to her school. Included in those new students is none other than Jace Hall, Lexi's ex, and his motorcycle riding, street fighting, off the wall friends. As for Jace, he'll forever regret breaking Lexi's heart, but it was either that or put her in the line of danger. Now that she's in arms reach, staying away is a lot harder to do. Especially when everything she does drives him crazy. But being part of the Guardians means trouble is never far behind, and getting close to Lexi again could put a target on her back. She wants to resist old temptations and protect her heart. He wants nothing more than to pull her close and keep her safe. But are you ever really safe when kissing your ex? ______________________________________________ Recommended age is 17+ for cursing, sexual content, and violence Best Ranking: #1 in HighSchool Romance 6/4/2022 #3 in teenlove 6/3/22 #1 in MatureThemes 1/11/21 #8 in Drama 12/31/20 Copyright © Chelsea Frey 2020 All rights reservedComplete
What if it's you?
It's always the reader who falls in love with the characters while reading a book. I'm here to let you know that it can be different. We. We all want to feel. We all want to feel the fire of love. We all want to feel the fire of love, the real one that will make us naturally gain an enticing and gleaming soul. A sparkle that will lighten up the gloominess we got to use, but even though our eyes might hurt under the intensity of the foreign light, we refuse to close them. Once we glimpse at the beauty and innocence of the virgin world, world of love, we won't allow our minds to take us back to the way we were. Fearing the melancholy. We all want to feel the fire of love. No matter how hard we deny it, somewhere in the deepest and darkest corners of the back of our heads, corners that our train of thoughts is scared of taking us to, we have a secret story that we want to keep to ourselves, a special memory that we cherish and remember everytime we are alone, a dream that we put so much strength believing in it and holding on the smallest possibilities of its realisation, an image of our perfect lover to whom we possess a blind, dreamy and unconditional love that will make us more than willing to accept them with all their flaws. We all want to feel the fire of love. The one that gives us goosebumps at the thought of the right one, butterflies when we touch them and have a taste of the sweetness of their hearts, chills when we lock eyes and let our imagination get wild. It will feel like a dream, the kind of dreams we wish could last an eternity because they simply make us happy. We all want to feel the fire of love. But none of us want to get burned. What if... What if we will feel it, feel loved? What if that someone is perfectly fit for us? But.. What if that someone turns into something? What if something falls in love with us? What if something falls in love with you?Complete
The Unbreakable Thread Of LOVE
What is Love? Is it merely a fleeting emotion, or could True Love truly last forever? What of the elusive Thread of Love-is it strong enough to endure the trials of time, or can it snap under the weight of despair? And what of love at first sight? Is it a genuine phenomenon, or simply a figment of our imagination? Picture this: a Girl meets a Boy for the first time, and in that moment, they discover feelings that ignite something deep within them-something they never knew existed. What is this sensation that takes hold of their hearts? But how did they come to meet? Ah, that is where the story unfolds. They encounter each other during a practice-a practice that seems mundane at first but holds the potential for something extraordinary. What kind of practice, you ask? That's for you to discover later, as revealing too much now would spoil the thrill of the journey ahead. Yet, let's not ignore the shadows that linger over the Girl. Before this moment, she was shrouded in darkness, carrying a burden that weighed heavily on her heart. Why does she hurt so deeply? Trust me, you'll come to understand her pain-and perhaps, you'll find that in the depths of their shared experiences, they may forge an unbreakable bond that even the harshest trials cannot sever. The tale is just beginning. Stay tuned, for the true essence of their story lies ahead, waiting to be unraveled.Complete
Connections | ✔️
[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.Complete
"Life is like a sketchbook. There's a beginning and an end. When you start, your drawings will start simple but become more detailed over time. Some are filled with color while some are black and white. Some were easy to create while others took more hard work. Some pages were bent and scribbled while others have been torn out completely, never to be seen again. Some people appreciate your art while others tend to criticize. Your sketchbook is your life. The question is.. What art will you create?" Jayda Joseph lives in a very strict household of Christians. She only pretends to be faithful to her religion, so her parents do not find out what really goes on in her life. Jayda wants to listen to her parents, but she cares about her freedom more which leads to a frightening mistake that completely changes her life. She meets a boy by the name of Charles. He is what brings her life to hell, and a new member to the family. Jayda learns the hard reality of what the true definition is of "consequences."
More detailsContent Guidelines