My Little Artinya Novels & Stories

Tyra begged to have them put here after the fashion show months ago. I turned the laptop a bit, "it's right behind me.. my painting that is. I can also give you a website you can look at.." She squinted her eyes trying to look behind me before she sighed, 'not clear.. website please..' I gave it to her and she typed something then she smiled, 'beautiful.. beautiful.. are you sure you do this Miss Black?' I nodded my head, "all me.. all these small hands." She nodded her head still not looking at me, 'do you study Art at school?'

, I asked him as I kept applying the heavy pressure to his ankle as he nodded his head. "Her name is Taniya, sh- she just graduated from the Pratt Institute in New York, she studied art, she loves it. She used to go arou- around collecting everyone's art in the kindergarten and she woukd create this beautiful collage of all of them, she could really-", he coughed as I noticed his skin began to look pale.

Chapter Ninety Three Zara’s POV I cautiously carried my art paintings, one by one, into my cozy little room. Each stroke of color on the canvas held a piece of my soul, a reflection of my innermost emotions. As a young lady with a passion for art, this room was my sanctuary, my haven where I could immerse myself in my creations.

At sa paglisan nang araw, akala'y 'di ka mahal [And when the day left, I thought you were not loved]. At ang nadarama'y hindi magtatagal [And the feeling won't last long] Malay ko bang hindi magpapagal [Am I conscious of not working hard? ] His face is familiar to me. He must be an artist because there are young people holding a poster and his face is there. I winced because the women were already making noise. At kung 'di kumbinsido'y magtiwala ka [And if you're not convinced, trust]

"I'm not. Hindi ako pabida para gawin 'yon. Sinasabi ko lang sayo na huwag kang mag inarte dahil gusto ka lang naman niyang maka usap." "Ang kapal ng mukha mong tawagin akong maarte gayong ikaw naman itong ubod ng arte!" "Pinanganak akong maarte, nasa dugo ko ang pagiging maarte, at maniwala ka pati pawis ko maarte." M*****a! "Pagkatapos ng lahat ng pang iinsultong ginawa ninyo sa akin may gana ka ngayong humiling na kausapin ko si Gideon ha! Masaya ka!"

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

He pushed himself up with his tiny arms, stayed steady for three seconds, and then flopped back down with a happy "Goo!" We all laughed. Martha, Clara, and I were like a little family. We didn't have a lot of money, but we had enough. I had started drawing again, not for Lucas, but for the village. I drew the local children and the farm animals. The people in the village liked me. They didn't know my real name. They called me "The Artist Mother." "He’s going to be walking before we know it," Clara said, picking Leo up and kissing his chubby cheeks.

Intrigued, she opened the package to find a small, beautifully framed painting. It was a depiction of the beach, capturing the essence of strength and resilience. A handwritten note accompanied the painting: "To Marianne, the resilient soul. May this artwork remind you of the beauty that emerges from the depths of your strength." Tears welled up in Marianne's eyes as she held the painting close to her heart. It was as if Miguel had translated her journey, struggles, and moments of vulnerability onto the canvas. The artwork spoke to her in a language that went beyond words.

But things are so different now. A small laugh escaped me as I thought about how this all started. Jasmine, with her growing stack of vibrant, imaginative paintings, had unknowingly inspired me. My little girl was a natural artist, full of energy and confidence in every stroke. I glanced over at the corner of the room where a few of her recent pieces sat—a burst of cheerful yellows and blues forming what she claimed was “a happy explosion,” and a wild tangle of greens and pinks she’d titled “Dancing Forest.”

--- Meanwhile, at Wednesday's apartment, Ambelyn was experiencing an entirely different kind of afternoon. "And then Miss Chen let us paint during art class, and I made a picture of a T-Rex eating vegetables because Rex needs to eat healthy, and she said it was very creative!" Iniko was sitting at the kitchen table, his medication schedule laid out in front of him, his face animated with excitement as he recounted his day.