Artistic Stories

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

At age 15, Autumn Paisley is diagnosed with lymphoma and told she only has a year left. She creates a bucket list of fifteen different things she wants to do before she dies. 1. Read 1,000 books 2. Own a pet hedgehog 3. Buy a stranger a cookie 4. Travel to every state in the US 5. Learn to drive 6. See an eclipse 7. Meet her favorite band 8. See a shooting star 9. Publish a novel 10. See the Northern Lights 11. Be in a movie 12. Feel pretty for a change 13. Take one picture a day for a year 14. Help fulfill someone else's bucket list goal 15. Beat cancer.

~Katherine's POV~ The doors to the cafeteria swung open and laughter filled the room. Heads gradually turned to the culprits of the ruckus being made. A group of guys wearing jerseys walked through the door acting as if they owned the place. There was one female, who had her armed linked with a guy with many tattoos, who was laughing as well. The group was heading towards a table that was in the far corner of the room. I turned my head to watch them walk right by me before turning back to my food as they made it to their table and sat down. As I go back to my food, I begin to hear the whispers around me. "Where is Nikki?" Who is Nikki? " Damn I wish Nikki would notice me." Why wouldnt they? "Why is the quarterback always late?" Why is he always late? "Hey leah, why is everyone talking about some some dude called Nikki so much?" I asked whispering. The look she gave me was as if I had two heads. Did I say something wrong? " You dont know who Nikki is?" She asked. "No...." I dragged out the 'o'. Suddenly, before she could answer my question, the doors burst open and the cafeteria went dead silent. I glanced around confused before following their gaze to where they were looking. The sight before me had me almost drooling. The hottest chick I have ever seen, had just walked through the door. I leaned towards Leah without taking my eyes off the goddess and whispered " who is that?" As if she could hear me , her head turned towards me and dark purple and green eyes met my green eyes as Leah softly whispered back "That, my friend, is Nikki." And from that point on, I knew one thing... I'm goin' to hell.

Inspired by miss roach.

Art Dumps & More

Plastic Neighbourhood is my second poetry anthology. It is about the divide between the reality of our lives and the way we portray ourselves in a plastic world. Why do we crave human connection in a world of plastic houses, illusions and personalities?

||The Shortys longlist 2025|| 🥀✧Just moments.☆🥀 The kind that happens in between words, in stolen glances, in almost-confessions. ☆ If this were a movie, these would be the scenes that stayed with you.°♡∘ ☆{A collection of cinematic vignettes written like poems}☆ ♡˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ｡⁠☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡∘˳⁠°～｡⁠☆～◉♡*⁠'✧✧❥⁠ ～｡⁠☆

lmao poetry.

you don't know me yet here i am writing poetry about the softness of your skin and the shadows in your eyes at 3 am in the morning.

Being An Artist Can Be Surprisingly Deadly And/Or Deadly! *This book is inspired by @FaithTheSadNacho 's "Emo Ways To Die" so go check that out!!!*

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐡 𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐲𝐞 (c" ತ,_ತ)

🖋️ Letters from Shantiniketan 🕊️ A love that spoke in silence, and sang in the voice of Rabindra Sangeet. He painted memories. She danced them into life. In a foreign city veiled in rain, two hearts met - not in words, but in verses. She wore a saree like a whisper of Bengal. He saw her and forgot the season. Sketches turned into letters, poems turned into glances. And love? It grew slowly... like krishnachura in April. A story where nostalgia holds your hand, and every unspoken moment becomes a song. Fall into a romance that lingers - between ink and rhythm, between a dancer's silence and an artist's heartbeat. It's my first published story. If you like it let me know. And if you think this story should read by others then share it with others. I am a student now. Now I don't know how to promote story on other platforms, but I will learn and try.... Till then the spreading of the story is in your hand... If you think this story is something that touch your heart then spread it and obviously as I am new in this , if you want to give any suggestion or feedback comment please. If there is any type of mistake in the story then thinking me as your little brother forgive me and comment the mistake . I will try my best to connect with audience.. Thank you so much for read this brother's request.. Now read the story in your free time.. I will try my best to touch your heart by my story.

Some of my best drawings and sketches make inspire others to draw, take a look.

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In this story, you are Koi. A demigod and Percy Jackson's half-brother. Your family had kept a very old secret from you-your father is a Greek god. However, it gets worse. Your mysterious father is Poseidon, one of the major Olympians who had sworn not to have children on a contract. Could your existence be a crime? Should you be dead like Bianca di Angelo? Perhaps it's a good time for you to start accepting the fact that you are a son of Poseidon...if it weren't for the fact that you're absolutely terrified of water.

im socially awkward , i speak to very few people and am rarely interested in what they have to say not because im rude but I just kinda have a lot more on my mind . i love art and music but no one knows that , and no one has to know that , no one cares to know that My name is macy allred and this is my story ....

A short comedy novel of a young woman searching through Hell to find her husband. In her search, she makes many misfit friends who help her learn how Hell operates. She learns the biggest lesson of them all: there are no rules, only consequences.

Welcome! This is a book full of my doodles. Hope you like it!

After Aneko and Aleko returned to their childhood home, they were welcomed by their guardian, Zion. After a few days of acclimating to their new surroundings, it was time for them to start school. They enrolled in Viola High, a nearby school that is within walking distance. Since Aneko is 15 years old, she is enrolled in Grade 10, while Aleko, who is 13 years old, must attend Grade 8. ‼️ MC IS COLORBLIND ‼️