Crazy Art Novels & Stories

“It’s alright. I had some hiccups, though—nothing bad. My partner for the project just isn’t who I would have chosen as my first choice.” “Is she bad or something? I thought you had to be good to get into the competition.” The question itself was purely innocent, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the slight jab my aunt was throwing towards Craig. “No, no I mean he’s great—I mean d*mn, I saw his art piece the other day and I,” I scoffed out a laugh at how ridiculous I knew I was about to sound. “It sounds crazy but he created this image of a wolf standing beside a girl, and I saw myself in it.”

“Hell no. She thought I was a—and I quote—buffoon who couldn’t appreciate the finer things in life.” “I’d be a buffoon any day over a pretentious snob who feels something about a blob of paint.” I really didn’t understand the art community and I didn’t want to. “I’ve never understood the appeal of staring at shit hanging on the walls and trying to interpret what the artist was trying to say when he flung his paintbrush at it. Dude was probably high as fuck and lost control over the thing. He wasn’t trying to say shit.” “Amen to that, brother.” Craig nodded.

She replied and everyone gasped again. "Concisely tell others about yourself" Prof Dallas said. "November Gracie Blanco, I'm a b*tch, I hate brats and I'm in love with myself, I can listen to The Fray songs all day and I'm a black belt holder of judo, thank you" She sat after that. "Your category?" Prof Dallas asked. She raised her tag up. "To this school, I might be in the lower category but I'm the queen of my world" she said.

CEO's room. The familiar dark aura welcomes our presence. Avery makes herself comfortable while I remain standing confused. "You're crazy in your way really. How are you going to stand while begging? You should be on your knees if you are so desperate" Mr. CEO's emotionlessly voice comes from besides the window.

Rasha said as she lay down on her left side. Rasha had closed her eyes to sleep, after the situation was completely quiet and no one was awake in the room, suddenly the decoration on Rasha's cell phone moved like a toy that was turned on. The decoration of the cell phone is a miniature bear, quite cute in brown, looks like a miniature bear in general, but who would have thought that the eyes on the object move like a toy that can be turned on in general. If look more closely, the object does not show mystical things, but shows that it is an electronic object.

“Why are you explaining? There's nothing special about me and I am not the only one that would be brought to this house. Do you enjoy this? Why don't you just let me go? Why are you holding on like a puppy?“ “What?“ “It's not like we are a real thing. This game should end soon since your family hasn't really bothered you with marrying my sister. We are not real, why are you acting like you're my boyfriend?“ “Because you're MINE!“ That slipped out of his mouth as he couldn't accept letting her go. She stared at him in disbelief. “What? Are you fucking crazy?“ “Yes! I am crazy! I must be out of my damn mind to want you to stay with me! I must be crazy for getting mad when I see you with other

There wasn't a single bit of flab on me. Every man who passed me ended up with a noticeable bulge in his pants. Seeing the thirsty looks in their eyes only stoked my own insatiable cravings. For the longest time, no man had the guts to actually pursue me. It left my desire growing more intense by the day, almost like an addiction, leaving me restless and on edge. After graduation, I decided to head to Merrihaven to find Uncle Mike. He was a neighbor from back home who ran several upscale clubs in the city.

I collapsed onto the bed, my body feeling like lead. Raul climbed over me, and we shared a passionate moment. When it was over, I nudged him away, telling him I really needed to sleep. Instead of letting go, he gave a dark chuckle. He somehow produced a coil of rope and began tying my hands and feet. My hands were bound behind my back, bent like a prisoner's, and my legs were tied up so I couldn't move. What was he doing? Did he have some kind of fetish? Was that why he wanted a room? Because the truck was too cramped for this?

He said. I thought about it. Sharing space with Cole and building a home together. "Can I think about it?" "Of course. No pressure. But yeah, think about it." Walking back to the dorm, I was buzzing. Not with anxiety. With possibility. Two weeks later, campus art exhibition opening. Sage has three pieces displayed. I arrived early to see them before the crowds. First piece: "Fracture", the fragmented mirror painting from her portfolio. Second piece: "Reconstruction", a girl putting herself back together with gold.

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