Graffiti Stories

ㄒ卄乇 丂丨ㄥᐯ乇尺 ㄥ卂ᗪㄚ-Ꮆ卂匚卄丨卂Ҝㄩㄒ卂 ヘ（。□°）ヘ In the shadows where the whispers breathe, She wanders, cloaked in moonlight's weave. The Silver Lady, a ghost of grace, In Penta, her home-a veiled embrace. Echoes of secrets in the dead of night, Together they walk on this starlit flight. With wings made of sorrow, halos that weep, Beauty and pain intertwine deep. Made: WED, FEB 18 2026 Ended: XXXXXXXXXX Discontinued: XXXXXXXXXX

What would you fight for? Your best friends, the people in your town, perhaps your country, or maybe even a second chance at love?

In a life of hell, you attempt suicide. But you were transported into the world of Gachiakuta instead? DISCONTINUED - SORRY ♥

GACHIAKUTA X FEM! READER heartless [hahrt-lis] / ˈhɑrt lɪs / adjective unfeeling; unkind; unsympathetic; harsh; cruel. 1. heartless words; a heartless ruler. 2. Archaic. lacking courage or enthusiasm; spiritless; disheartened. Warnings: Horrible writing Blood Swearing Gore? (I don't see the difference between "blood" and "Gore") And maybe SH/SA (Sexual Harassment? And Sexual Assault) Slow updates Cuz.. I write on the spot, no preparations yk.. lol . Made: FEB 7 SAT 2026 Ended: ?????????

In a hyper-surveilled metropolis where street art has been reduced to content for the algorithm, a young writer named Cipher discovers the Aether-Script-a form of graffiti so spiritually dense, so visually paradoxical, that the city's AI cannot process it. Joined by Sine, a master of controlled chaos, and Elias, a historian of the unrecorded, Cipher wages a quiet war not against the system but through it, creating art that exists in the gap between seeing and understanding. Fresh Buff Book 1 is a philosophical cyberpunk fable about resistance through illegibility, and the radical power of being unreadable in an age of total visibility.

a found family descendants au, no magic, villains or royalty kasper and the core four are just troubled teenagers who found eachother and banded together in the tough world i do not own descendants or its characters

Not every girl is a model. Not every boy has a six-pack. Not every girl is perfect. Not every boy is perfect. "People aren't puppets." She's a girl who weighs more than the boy she loves, but he's a boy from France who's been sent to Britain to pay for his crimes. With a few spray-cans in thier suitcases, they make the journey to his native city, Paris. He's got a charmingly unique outlook on life, a delectable accent, and a fistful of misunderstood talent. Heidi and Avenelle-Jérôme are going to change the mishapen system of society, one mural at a time. #FREEYOURBODY, be your own kind of beautiful. ♡

Her only safe place is up. He will bring her down. At night she leaves her name where no one's supposed to look. Until the shadow appears and take's away her privilege of owning her only quiet place. Somewhere between the rooftops and the streets, she learnes that falling can feel a lot like flying.

This book is filled with some of my poetry, and some songs I attempted to write.

Here's a collection of love poems that I've written. Some are based of on my own personal experiences. By the way, sorry for using the word "love" so much. It's tossed around too much these days.

Naughty: Behaving disobediently or mischievously. Gwen Howell has always been your stereotypical English chick. She attends a fancy private school, has been doing ballet since she could walk, learn to play the violin when she was five and is all in all a spoiled brat. She is beautiful, sarcastic and overly confident, everything her parents brought her up to be. But like every other teenager in this world Gwen has a urge to rebel against her mother and father. In hope of doing just that she attends the local youth club and joins the graffiti club, hoping to also join street fighting once a month is up. With the help of her new friends Trent, Jana and Louis will she be able to show her parents what she is really made of? "I want to be naughty. And not the sexual kind."

Bob Ross' famous quote "We don't make mistakes, just happy accidents."

Sasha and Varick exist in a world that runs completely on points. The point levels determine all aspects of life, from a person's standing in the Society to the type of career one can expect to have. She refuses to conform to the expectations of the Society, therefore risking her future to follow in her hero's footsteps. Varick is a member of the High Society, and the son of the premier point deductor. She meets Varick and, during a moment of temptation, strikes a deal that will give her immunity from any point deductions in return for teaching him how to rebel. They must navigate this difficult world together in order to avenge a friend and to find a lost hero, while overcoming the weaknesses their world has instilled in them. The team introduces chaos to the ordered world, but a betrayal causes Sasha to pay the price. Will Sasha survive as one of the pointless? Book 1 of 3 in the Points Trilogy by Avery Mark

Blake Stanford is done being told what to do. Growing up under her parent's strict rules, she's come to rebel in small ways, such as dying her hair, piercing her body, and getting tattoos. But underneath it all, there's something bigger they don't even know about. What is an angry artist to do but make her work known? Works of art begin to appear on structures all over town, well known for more than just their beauty. Blake is a wanted woman, if they can figure out who she is. So when risk-taking Trevor Blackstone stumbles upon her secret, the results could be devastating. Either Blake has met her end, or her new partner in crime. Summary and Cover Credits: @finallyinfinite

Harper Collins is definitely not your typical girl. Her miniature world includes her colours, graffiti and Her only parent like figure, Coal. College is a new beginning for Harper. She gets to experience the world at its highs and its lows. About A tangled heap of friends, love, family. This is Harper's story Where even colours speak.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my wall?" -©tougherinrain 12/1/17

BAD BOY [noun]- panty dropping fuck boy in black leather jacket and combat boots. or just a typical 17 years old homo sapien who happened to have a mystical charm. All right reserved. © 2015.

Dear Katrina Vincent: I'm ridiculously glad I got the chance to meet you; you have no idea how much I appreciate you having been around for those 2 days. I know we had this constant mutual hatred of each other, and a constant mutual love for each other. Its one of those things where it's just nice that it was thing. Essentially, I'm glad you're alive. Thank you. For coming. For existing. - Adam

❝It was a little after eight-the sky a void of raspberry and periwinkle and lavender carnations-and possibly the most humid day in the middle of July when I first saw him tagging the side of an abandoned building next to the rundown Mini-Mart.❞ - Young Writer's Short Story Contest Finalist.

Facepalm ~ A gesture in which you slap your hand against your face in times of shame, woe, disgust, or baffled at something stupid and idiotic someone said or did. *****