Crazy Art Novels & Stories

I stated referring to K-pop, Celine is a die hard fan of Korean pop, especially BTS,she can spend the entire night glued to the TV just to watch them, for me that was a waste of time,I preferred something I could understand the words,Like Justin biber. “Good night” She said looking at the TV I smiled before walking upstairs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Few days later) -Satarday ~~~~•Christopher•~~~~ “Do you think I'll make the top finalist ?” I asked Celine who was busy chatting with my brother on her phone,I was so tensed and nervous, partly because I had waited so much for this competition and partly because Evans was going to be here,he infact was the one organizing the event, another re

Candice shook her head without saying anything. She then called Hanley from the pantry, and he answered promptly. Cutting to the chase, she asked, "What do you think about me getting involved in artwork financialization?" Hanley paused before replying, "The derivative appreciation of artworks could become a major economic focus and generate considerable exhibition fervor. It's a good choice." After he finished, he inquired, "Why this sudden interest?" "The company has a project, collaborating with Blue Artifact." Candice's tone softened. "I want to give it a try."

My cousin. My cousin was a sneaky bitch. She was exactly like her mother. Greedy, mean, and fake. When I lived in their house, my life was a living hell. My cousin made sure of it. She used to steal my things all the time. If I had a nice shirt, it went missing. If Leo bought me a small necklace for my birthday, it disappeared from my room. I always found my things in her closet later.

Clara’s POV The art room smelled of turpentine and old wood, a blend that usually calmed me, wrapping me in a familiar embrace. But not today. Today, it only heightened the bitterness choking me, clouding the air as I fought to push my emotions onto the canvas. My brush trembled in my grip as I dragged thick black strokes across the canvas, each one heavier than the last, blurring into a chaotic mess that mirrored the storm inside me. My chest felt tight, my throat raw, as the frustration and anger threatened to overflow.

A loud hiss was pointed at Orange. “To start with, my second attribute is giving life to the art that I will create.” “Shut up!” All of them gasped admiringly. “See? Envy.” Shadow proved her point. “And it was short-lived. I am not a god. Obviously, I can’t put a soul into my art. My art is similar to my puppet and will be destroyed when they reach their time. That’s all.” Smart’s eyes shone the brightest as he pushed Crazy away and slung his arm over Orange.

Ok so now lets end this now, we will meet later. Bye. Dear diary. Ok ok izz calm calm no screaming and jumping - my consy said. How can I not consy - I spoke. I started jumping on my bed and screaming. I am sure if anyone sees me like this they will definitely book a bed for me in mental asylum. Suddenly some knocked the door. "Bhabhi are you ok what happened. Why are you screaming - said Adam from outside and I bit my tounge. "Yeah adam I am ok actually I saw lizard that's why - I said.

Landon picked up his laptop from his room and moved to the Living room to do some little work before breakfast. He went to the website where all his companies and businesses were listed. He began to read up the reviews he had on each of the companies and businesses. He was impressed with what he saw until he got to one of his Fashion designing Companies in Kansas City called ‘Blue Room Company'. He saw Reviews like… “They are so disappointing and they aren’t good at most of the things they do.” This got Landon upset, and he picked up his phone to make a phone call to Ruby. He dialed her number and she picked up almost immediately.

What would you think if I did the same with another man? Zachary's face contorted in anger. "Lindsey Ford, could you not be so disgusting with your words? "Bianca did it to celebrate her body as a form of art. It was about confidence and breaking free from the chains. She wore that to explore her own body. You wouldn't understand it." He looked at me with disgust before continuing, "I was contributing to art. If you think it's disgusting, it's because you know nothing about its beauty. Not only that, you're just jealous and can't take it when someone else's outstanding."

I replied. “The most expensive food allergy possible,” she lamented with mock seriousness. “The universe has a cruel sense of humor.” “Speaking of the universe’s sense of humor, how exactly does someone go from being a serious journalist to having millions of YouTube subscribers? That seems like an unusual career trajectory.” Claire took another, more careful sip of her water before answering. “It wasn't planned, I can tell you that much. I started the channel as a way to explore stories that weren't getting mainstream coverage, like cases where the system failed people.”

"You what?" Now, of all fucking times, he wanted to talk about my artwork? Now? Was he insane? He'd taken me to Europe to "sponsor" my artwork without ever seeming to realize I was a fan of the Impressionist style, not Minimalist. Or that I sculpture bare pieces without paint. Or that I was even a multimedia artist at all.