Crazy Art Novels & Stories

Quinn asked. Cade didn’t need Quinn’s misplaced pity. “It didn’t matter. I wasn’t hurt or abused or anything like that. I just never stayed anywhere for very long. They found me hard work.” He pulled a face. “I was hard work. It’s only recently I was diagnosed with ADHD. That’s why I bounce off the walls. But on the plus side, it helps with my creativity.” He pointed to a painting on the wall. “That’s one of mine. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be. So I do everything. It’s just the music is making me money at the moment.” Quinn stared at the painting and then at Cade. “I’ve followed your art for years. I didn’t put you and ConC together. Wow.”

I have a drawer full of life planners with good intentions and zero achieved goals. Art is chaos and that’s what I do. Structure always made me feel claustrophobic. I want to follow the rules, I just can’t help pushing the buttons and touching the glass. I don’t do well when I must stay within the lines, especially when they just don’t make sense.

“Tell me, honey. Am I not right?” I feel like my heart is about to melt. Smiling, I said, “You’re right.” Only then did Zara smile. We reach our house and she eagerly took out the pile of handmade soaps the two of us made. The shapes were weird but at least the colors were bearable to the eyes. She looked like she was unwilling to use them. I pointed the pile from behind her. “They are awfully ugly.” She looks at me in disdain. “It’s called art. Like Picasso’s, it’s abstract.”

Warm air immediately wrapped around them. The room smelled faintly of paint and coffee. People moved slowly around white walls covered with artwork. Jessica looked around quietly. Landscapes. Portraits. Abstract paintings. Photography. Sketches. Pieces of people's thoughts hanging on walls. People's memories. People's feelings. People's stories. Jessica moved slowly through the room. Looking. Really looking. One painting caught her attention immediately. It showed a woman standing beneath dark storm clouds. But above her, tiny breaks in the clouds allowed light through.

Laura stood in her art studio, the large windows overlooking her new city. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the colorful chaos of her work: canvases stacked against the walls, brushes overflowing from jars, and half-finished paintings scattered across the floor. It was her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in creativity and try to forget the turmoil in her heart.

Her mother stopped what she was doing and stared at her, confused. “I really don’t get you, Rukky. What crush are you talking about?” Rukky rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated. “Mom, seriously. Bryan Chapman! The lead dancer of ‘Brym’s Vibe!’ They have a concert tonight. I’m going to see him!” Her mother’s confusion deepened. “Concert tonight? Were you invited?” Rukky threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re such a killjoy, Mom. You’re supposed to be happy for me, not asking all these ridiculous questions.”

I escaped from the madness that reigned in the Sanctuary… "Did you run from madness to the Refuge because madness is in you?" the same mutant said. "What do you mean?" "We believe that madness is reflected in the eyes of a madman when he sees madness in reality… "You mean there's no such thing as madness?" "I mean, we see what we believe!" the mutant concluded. – So, child of the tribe "Born in darkness"! Welcome to the Range!

"Sir, there's something unusual in here. The payment you were going to receive for your last song it seems.... less... I guess. I called the producer a couple times but he says it's all correct." As I took a look I too found something peculiar. "Hmm. Your right." I said. "Why don't you get it checked with a CA?" Bhai said walking towards us. Then he turned to the Fangirl snapping his fingers as he got an idea. "Hey, aren't you a CA you said? Why don't you have a look at it?" "Me?" "Her?" I said shooting him a look. "Yeah sure. It'll be such a bother to go to a CA at this point. We already have a CA right here. Why not get it for free? But if you want a fees we can give you ofcourse." Bhai sa

There was a room available, so I rented it. The innkeeper, Archie Duncan, was friendly. In the evening, while we sat around the fire, he entertained the guests with strange stories about Doom Canyon. Doom Canyon was also known as Ravenspire Canyon. The locals of Maranigan referred to it as the "Gateway of Reincarnation." But guides never dared take anyone inside. Archie asked, "Did you come alone?" I shook my head. "With my wife." "But I don't see her," Archie said, confused.

Crazy! This is indeed crazy and very unhealthy for Edna's feeling that has been empty for a long time without a man's touch. Since Zyan died, and her status changed to single parent, she never thought about playing with various men like she used to. Her goal at that time to be a wild woman was to pay back her pain to Acelon. And after all her plans were carried out, she no longer wanted to live like that. It's too risky to run a wild life. Even she couldn't imagine what it would be like if Elyseen really wasn't her Son with Acelon, it was really scary. Even though Acelon is not a good man who only touches one woman, but at least from the beginning to this second her body has only been touche