Artie Smalls Novels & Stories

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

Travis is working as an intern in his dad's company, lucky him and once Zada graduates this year with her degree in Business & Economics, she’ll also have a spot in the company, lucky her but either way, I’m proud of both of them and the growth they’ve both experienced since Azani’s birth. “Star of the show, good morning,” Max greeted as I entered the studio and I smiled rolling my eyes. “Hey Max, how are you?” I gave him a side hug, Max was one of the first friends I made since coming to this university, and I’ve had mad respect for him since I saw his pen art, I marvelled at the amount of patience he had with shading and detailing, in my opinion, he should have been the main artist, his wo

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.

I smiled at him. He was processing what I had told him. I could tell he was having a hard time believing that Artie really was back. He's been gone so long and presumed dead for a while too. I understand him having a hard time believing that he is all of a sudden back. It seemed to finally hit him as the biggest small I have ever seen creeped up on him.

Child-friendly. Nonetheless, I followed behind the group. When they got to the front, a small boy, maybe a year or two old, waved frantically from the shoulders of one of the players. "Mami, mami!" I halted in my tracks, eyes wide as Arte turned to the voice and then began to run over, reaching up on her tip-toes and peeling the little boy from the player's shoulders. She set the boy on one of her own shoulders, holding him under the armpit with one hand and the other raised in the air in victory. People snapped pictures, and Arte had the largest grin on her face among everyone here, except for that little boy.

He was yummy alright! “I’m not sure I’ve seen you before.” He turned to me with a charming smile. I flinched. My face worked trying to remember how to smile. He had caught me off guard. “I’m sorry.” I said fumbling. “I’m Artie.” Artie jabbed me and I realized what I had just said. “I’m sorry. What I meant to say was, I’m Quinn.” He grinned. “I’m Theo.” Artie slipped away with the bowl we didn’t need leaving me there with a literal latin god.