The Artists Way Novels & Stories

The sun was setting, painting the room in warm gold and soft shadows. Nora stood before a canvas, brush poised but unmoving. “You’re not painting,” Jaden said quietly. “I am,” she replied, though her hand trembled slightly. “You’ve been staring at that same spot for ten minutes.” She sighed and lowered the brush. “I don’t know what I’m afraid of more. I'm messing it up… or getting it right.” Jaden stepped closer, careful, slow. “Art’s not about perfection, Nora. It’s about truth.”

How can you make a mockery of something so serious? "I'm Lena's brother! I'm her guardian!" Timothy said, his brows furrowing as he looked at Hayden. "This is how you've been taking care of my sister? Do you even know that she almost couldn't pick up a paintbrush again with her right hand? "And the designer Lewis Grooup has been collaborating with, Lumi Oren? It's Lena. You nearly ruined her future!" Hayden looked at Timothy, his indifferent face now icy and stern. I knew he was angry now.

It's just strange since we really aren't anything to each other. I won't lie and say, I'm not starting to have feelings, but he's my boss and I can't tell him how I feel. I need to get these feelings out before I lose what little control I have. I fill my paint tray and turn on my music. I'm painting and dancing as I listen to 'Cooler Than Me.' By Mike Posner. I wiggle my hips, as my brush glides around the canvas. This where I love to be. In front of my easel, listening to tunes and zoning out. Letting the paint come together the way it wants.

Ruby flung her phone across the room in a rage. Suddenly, Jack burst through the door, barely able to hide his excitement. "Honey, we've got a way out! Grand Globe Group, the company we've been trying to reach, just sent me a message. They're interested in our project and want to talk about a follow-on investment. With that money, we can hire a top-tier team out of Digital Valley. Once that happens, those old men won't have anything left to say, and the project can keep moving!" -

I did not have to be a rocket scientist to guess who was behind this. This photo album contained all the pictures Zach and I had taken over the years. I had bought this album not long after Zach came into my life, and every year we would fill it up with photographs of memorable trips. Zach had sworn he would cherish this photo album until the end of his days, because it was a tangible representation of our shared memories together. Alas, he allowed Thalia to defile it like a child's art project. Perhaps he himself had taken part in the vandalization.

change? That's what I was thinking. I was imagining my face with my eyes closed. This is Tagore Gari who just stepped on Shiva but could not then. I was imagining that face in my mind. Anjali got curious. 'Anger is there but it is not expressed, sadness is there but it is suppressed affection. I thought it was my husband