Artist Novels & Stories

About the Author  Pranz Cipriano, also known as simplestabBer, is a person who’s inclined with both music and literature. He is currently taking Bachelor of Arts in Communication and he loves to explore his passion more by editing stuff such as photos, video, and even music. He loves writing Mystery/Thriller and Fantasy stories but he is also open to trying other genres such as Teenage angst, Humor, and Rom-Com stories. As an ultimate fan of music particularly Pop-punk bands and Avril Lavigne, he also does song covers. Doing content is also his cup of tea and he has a goal of inspiring his fellow youth and motivating them to achieve their dreams no matter how slow the progress is.

Heavy stock, embossed lettering. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Julian Harcourt. Fine Artist. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> My stomach dropped. This was the artist. The one whose work was currently hanging all around us. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're Harcourt," I said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I am. And you are?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Adrian Volkov." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

if I want to achieve my goals, I have to stay grounded and wait for the right moment to strike. "Mr Jake De Walter, you have been admiring your work for over 30minutes. do you want people thinking that you are the artist"?, Anna asked in hushed tones. it's not a big deal, I am a renowned sculptor and artist. famous for lewd, sexual arousing pantings and sculptures of naked men and women. under the pseudonym 'deamus', I excelled as an anonymous painter, whose works were admired by all and sundry. "Anna, even if you want to sell me out, at least ask for my permission", I said, a silly smile on my face."Boss, to sell you out, is to

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

he whispered, as if the words might reach her across the miles. He stood abruptly, his feet carrying him to the desk where countless half-written letters lay in disarray. He pushed them aside, grabbing a fresh piece of parchment and pen. This time, he wouldn’t hesitate. His emotions burned hot and clear, and his wolf, Ravik, stirred with anticipation. My Luna, My Serena,

His mind was on everything else and he could care less about a history lesson at the moment but he tried to be as with enthusiastic as his wandering thoughts would allow. “Yeah, I’m sure they do.” He tried for his best voice but failed woefully and decided he would just engage her so she doesn’t feel like he did not want her around because in all honesty, a part of him did. He could not place a finger as to why that was. “I heard he was the god of music and everything art,” he added weakly. “Yeah, from what I’ve read he is the most handsome of the gods, only rivaled by Ares, the god of war.”

About the Author Christine Polistico also known as “chiharabanana” is an Illustrator and Graphic Designer based in the Philippines. Aside from her hobby which is writing, she is also an artist, and aspiring photographer.

Lin readily followed her and they went up to the second floor. While Eli was looking at the paintings, she noticed the occasional glances of Lin on her. She felt blushed but she controlled herself. So, she started the conversation. “Lin, who is your favorite artist?” Lin thought for a while and replied, “I like the works of artist Maung Di. He is my favorite.” “Really? I also like him too. What a coincidence!” Lin continued, “Yes, I like his brave and determined strokes that are normally found in his paintings.”

In no time he got tired of it too . He decided to play some music that would wake up his spirits and probably kill some boredom. The money wey we get o he no go finish o amen That song one artiste featured Wizkid. His love for Wizkid was more than just the song or any other wizkid's song. He stalked every part of him,from his relationships to his lifestyle.Even most of his dressing were always looks of wizkid's.Yes he's rich,he can afford to buy those designer clothes wizzy wears.