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When you walk into a classroom to hand in your essay draft, the last thing you expect is several litres of pink paint squirted in your direction.
Unfortunately, this was how Hiccup was greeted one day in third year.
By Marina Curry
A girl who loved to draw cats.
Short Story | Updated May 4, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
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This is a poem I wrote from the heart, it's how I feel on a daily basis. Even a stone heart can bleed.
Side note to anybody who is feeling this way: You're beautiful in every way possible. God made you unique and beautiful in your own way. Nobody is perfect and...
A story of young Eileen, a painter with big ambitions but no means to get there, and a rich man with an eye for talent. A story of life, love, heart-ache, art, emotion, and finding yourself in the midst of everything.
By Thomas Chambers
A haiku that I had passed around the room of my creative writing class that my tutor and a few others added to.
This is a short story written by my sister. I had to make a few changes, because she kept having to explain things to me.
So, here it is, The Red Paint...
Short Story | Updated Jan 5, 2014 | Reads: 41 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Liam Strong
This poem is for Archia's poetry contest! The style is my new craft of vague storytelling, though it may sound pretentious and slightly tough to understand. But it's precious and for poetry that's all that matters! Enjoy!
There was a King who had 1 Eye and 1 leg..
He asked all the painters to draw a beautiful portrait of him. But none of them could -- how could they paint him beautifully with the defects in one eye and one leg.
Eventually one of them agreed and drew a classic picture of the King.
It was a...
How can you paint when you can't see??
By Effy Roams
Wherever 7 year old child, Moira, goes lighting strikes. Cursed with bad-luck, and a bad-family. But one streak of light, changes this child's life forever. Given a magical paint-set, where whatever she paints, become her temporary reality. But what happens when she never wants to leave-- what...
By Wylie Callum
Alexander Gray and Aeliyah Blue have been enemies since third grade, when Alexander, Alex, put red fingerpaint in Aeliyah's hair. Now, he's pulled his latest prank, one that makes Aeliyah hate him so much more than she did before. Now she decides to start pranking back, and Alex develops...
Just a few metaphors to compare the art painting and the art of letting go :)
Life..discover it in my little poem
Poetry | Updated Jul 6, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 14
By Crow Of Light
A poet has the ability to see what is invisible to a naked eye i believe this is due to our minds.