Act Graphic Novels & Stories

It's just strange since we really aren't anything to each other. I won't lie and say, I'm not starting to have feelings, but he's my boss and I can't tell him how I feel. I need to get these feelings out before I lose what little control I have. I fill my paint tray and turn on my music. I'm painting and dancing as I listen to 'Cooler Than Me.' By Mike Posner. I wiggle my hips, as my brush glides around the canvas. This where I love to be. In front of my easel, listening to tunes and zoning out. Letting the paint come together the way it wants.

he grinned cheekily, shooting me a playful wink. "God, you're insufferable," I groaned, making my way to the barista, "I don't need to know about your escapades with your latest conquests." He rolled his eyes, focusing his attention on the barista. Ace ordered himself a black coffee and a latte for me before settling his hand on the small of my back and leading me into a booth. He sat opposite me with a whimsical grin, "You're just going to have to deal with me until the end of our little coffee date."

Holoforge is ChronoGrafix—our project! They've simply rebranded it, but the concept Jakob and I crafted is displayed on the screen! The graphic artist elaborated, "This tool facilitates real-time collaboration among artists, directors, and producers from any corner of the globe. Whether brainstorming ideas, reviewing concept art, or providing feedback on visual effects, every team member can seamlessly contribute to the creative process…" Uncertainty gripped me as I pondered Jakob's next move. He soured as he realized that someone had usurped our concept. With determined strides, Jakob made his way towards the stage, and I followed suit.

Maybe because he was just a really good artist. "You got me there, but you're a really good artist. You make art beautiful" I say. He looked at me with a suspicious look on his face "But how do you know I'm a good artist? You've never seen my paintings before" Ola think! ... Er.. "Well.. What about those ones you showed me at the gallery?" I asked. "They aren't mine-" "-Can I see them?" I cut him off. "No" he says seriously. "Why?" I asked sad to why he suddenly changed from being nice to mature and firm.

Sinclair, the visual teacher, approached me. I felt shy at her comment and wondered if she was telling the truth or just being kind to me. I settled for the last thought. She led me towards the picture booth. "I'll do good, Ms. Sinclair," I said after she walked off, right after showing me the picture booth box. She nodded, and I slapped my head, wishing I'd said nothing. I haven't been here for five minutes, and I'm already showing my weirdness. I cursed myself. Shortly, couples were popping up, and the party began. Some came to take pictures. Since the school couldn't afford a better picture booth machine. I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture.