Bassie Fanart Dw Novels & Stories

Erric knew it would happen again. Mea Cristy Del Bien stepped off the bus and fixed the backpack straps on her shoulders. She also carried a duffel bag she won from her first-year college fashion photo competition. UP Aperture was hand-knitted on the thick straps and the logo was on the sides of the bag. It was a camera’s half-open aperture blades and an eye at the center. She loved being part of that group aside from her academic hustles. Her winning photo was a bird’s eye view of Mary Ann wearing Pamela’s floor-length sky-blue chiffon dress. Renee held a projector beside the camera that made an illusion of the dress blending with the floor, having the projected image of calm ocean ripples.

The night band started and they are currently performing their third song. “Are you all enjoyiiiing?!” Dave shouted to the crowd after the performance. The crowd shouted back as an answer. The night’s so lively and everyone’s really enjoying the event. "Well please suit yourselves because the night is still long and we will seize it!" he added followed by a drum roll. The crowd cheered in excitement. Dave and the others are really popular that some are holding banners for them. They’re good-looking and known from their respective colleges. "Tonight, we will let you feel different emotions. From hard partying, from happiness, relax, and heartbroken!"

- Art "EE!!!??'- Dessa

He asked and I stood on my toes and pressed a kiss on his chin. "Yes, take them off," I said as I prepared my canvas down on the floor, it was almost as tall as he was but it was. Bit longer, this would take ages for me to finish, but painting it black did take me around three hours. I took the white paint and kneeled down as I painted his leg from the knee right up to the foot. "Really?" I asked as I looked at his erection that was right in my face. "The paint is cold," he whispered as he covered it with his hands. I giggled as I shook my head. I painted his right hand as well and positioned him on the canvas. Once the paint was transferred onto my canvas, I helped him up carefully and span

Drawing was becoming her favourite thing lately. Not because she was good at it. Because drawing felt quiet. Safer than talking. Safer than thinking. She sketched fields from memory. The farmhouse. The oak tree. Her father standing beside the fence. She always drew him smiling. Always. Daisy sat beside her colouring badly inside the lines. Very badly. Jessica looked over. "The sky isn't purple." Daisy looked offended. "It can be." "No it can't." "Can too." Jessica rolled her eyes.