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Leaving a trace

Leaving a trace

A Story by Jacky O'r


Some people leave a trace in people's heart, others try to in different ways.
Painting

Painting

A Poem by siobhan


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The Macabre Figure

The Macabre Figure

A Story by Franklin Rayeski


A tale of an artist and his obsession.
The Painter

The Painter

A Story by Lady Cheesebur9er


A romantic short story between two women, a painter and a courtesan who is the subject of her newest composition. It's currently unfinished and I can..
Expression

Expression

A Poem by S. E. Butler


Wash of paint on concreteWhich by the highway stands,Or careful smear of oilFrom cautious, practiced hands -Symbol of defianceOr vision from the heart..
Color of Memory

Color of Memory

A Poem by C. James Snyder


Memories are never consistent.
The Unfinished Painting.

The Unfinished Painting.

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Yesterday.
Cynic’s Paintbrush

Cynic’s Paintbrush

A Poem by Jamie Starlight


Written 7/23/18
New Looks For Your Study Room

New Looks For Your Study Room

A Story by Smith Rod.


Don't worry about costing a lot while renovating a study room. Just repainting the room may change the look a lot. Find more details here....
Black Coffee and Lovers

Black Coffee and Lovers

A Poem by AiH


What is it with black coffee and lovers? The bitter taste of coffee mixed with your sweet words must make the perfect drink Each sip as addictin..
Sky or Painting

Sky or Painting

A Poem by Decidious wind


I wrote this as I admired a picturesque sunset last spring.
Visual Requiem

Visual Requiem

A Poem by Agyani


What is this, they askedJust my spasmodic heartbeatWhen her heart could beat
 The Dance of Life - Edvard Munch

The Dance of Life - Edvard Munch

A Story by Marlice Morgan


This is an excerpt from an essay I wrote for my English class Edvard Munch and a few of his paintings.
Messy Palette

Messy Palette

A Poem by Stacy Purvis


Oh, But To Paint You Bright Colors, Vibrant And Free Messy Palette, Too 🎨
Simply Breathing

Simply Breathing

A Poem by TheJordBaker


The waves caress the sand like an unfinished overcoat, Maybe God got tired hands. I walked here years ago and wrote, feel it was once blue over ta..