My Little Artinya Novels & Stories

She turned back to her work, picking up a rag to polish a smudge of resin. Aurora paused at the door. She looked at her daughter. Hope was humming. Bohemian Rhapsody. Aurora smiled. The world was quiet. The art was safe. She walked out, closing the door on the masterpiece, unaware that five thousand miles away, a machine was printing that same masterpiece onto a polyester throw pillow. The Upper West Side. Ms. Elena sat at her kitchen table, grading the portfolios of her current "Little Leonardos" class. They were terrible. Brown smudges and glitter everywhere.

Elina smiled as she saw Sophia coming towards her. "Sophia, you happen to be here. I have something for you." Elina opened something in her plastic bag, then handed Sophia a piece of ice cream that she had bought for Sophia. "For you." "Thank you, Elina." Sophia looked happy. Elina gave her her favorite chocolate flavored ice cream. "Do you like chocolate?" "Yes, I love it very much, but when I was little I rarely ate it because my mother always forbade me, she said it would ruin my teeth."

she muttered under her breath. "You know, a true artist wouldn't mind a little movement," I teased. She glared at me. "Shut up and stay still." I chuckled. "Alright, alright, no more movement. I promise." Lyla huffed in frustration but couldn't hold back a small smile as she turned and sauntered back to her chair, her jeans hugging her ass in all the right places I stayed quiet as she resumed her work, letting her focus. The mini art studio was peaceful. Large, transparent glass windows bathed the space in natural light, giving us a perfect view of the blue-domed churches of Santorini in the distance.

I like Ryan, he's nice and plays with me. - You do. You have his mammy's name. Do you know where he is? - Ryan left yesterday morning. He is a backpacker and likes to walk through the woods. - the little Scarlet says, showing that she is very smart. - Which way did he go? - To the woods. - Which way in the woods? Over there? – he says, pointing to one side of the forest. - No. He went that way. - the little one says, pointing west.

Not like lightning. Quietly. Like a lock turning. She knew exactly what she wanted to paint. The canvas grew quickly after that. A field appeared first. Golden. Endless. The farm. Then the oak tree. Strong. Ancient. Unmoving. Beneath it stood a little girl. Jessica at eight years old. Holding a flower crown. Looking toward the horizon. Then something new. Something she'd never painted before. A second figure stood further ahead. Older. Walking away from the tree.

Aria let out a breath before walking past everyone, mumbling apologies here and there, as she walked past their large bodies Aria was 5'5 which was quite small for a woman her age, but she loved it. She walked into her lecture for today which was English, mumbling a little greeting to the Teacher. Aria sat in the middle row, so she could get assets to the board well. With that, the teacher closed the door as the last student walked in. Let's get this over with Was Aria's last thought before bringing out her pink notebook? ___________________________________ 4 hours later

Ophelia sat cross legged on his pristine white couch, his shirt hanging off her shoulders, her bare breasts peeking out. He handed her a hot chocolate, sitting beside her. She smiled, taking it from him thankfully. She blew on it. She heard a click, looking up. Adrian shook out the picture, the image of her appearing. "A Polaroid? I haven't seen one of those in forever." She remarked. He stared down at the photo. "I bought one last night. I was thinking...you look like you would be in an old Polaroid picture, laughing. No one would know who you are, just that you were beautiful."

"I need to look at some art first." She nodded right away. "Of course." We walked together, looking at the artwork from a mixed media artist. We stopped at a piece that used old toys, pages from what looked like a fairy-tale book, and paint. "I just don't get why this is art," Eden said, frowning. "I mean, I could do something like this. My niece could do something like this. All they did was glue paper and toys and then put on a little paint."

she exclaimed, her eyes filled with wonder. I stepped closer, studying the painting. The colors danced with life, and I felt a surge of inspiration coursing through me. "You're right, Chrystal. There is so much beauty in this world, even in the smallest details. It's incredible how art can evoke emotions and bring people together." And like any true friend, Chrystal also celebrated my triumphs. Whether it was a successful Luna initiative or a personal achievement, she was always there by my side, cheering me on with unbridled enthusiasm and genuine pride.

While Ravine stood there smiling as he admired the artwork he left on her body. "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Both Ravine and Lilith turned to look at the owner of the voice. Elian! Lilith covered herself with a robe that appeared out of nowhere, smiling slightly before walked towards Elian. "Did you enjoy my little goodbye gift....." Ravine sneered...obviously he did but he wasn't going to say that. "You call that a gift, you found some cheap thing, I've had better.." Lilith face darkened he didn't say that when he was f^cking her, all men were the same...fickle!