Fiction

The Woodcut Man
When Phaedra first saw the Woodcut Man, he was standing next to an orchard of pear trees, his stark black and white form contrasting with the soft, flowing colors of the trees and flowers surrounding them.
By Steve Hanson3 years ago in Art
Downfall
Tonight was the night she would kill him. She gazed from across the room, gripping a bejeweled hairpin in one hand. Without realising, she grasped it tightly, so tightly her knuckles were starting to turn white. The precious gem sparkled at one end, reflecting the shining silver and gold of her sumptuous tunic. At the other end: a sharp and deadly point.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Art
Madam Reina Fleming on Life, Love, and the Chihuly Gardens and Glass Exhibits
This fictional story features the real-world art of Dale Chihuly. My cautious doctor means well. He put me on rainbow-colored pills and bedrest for a week, to begin today; however, on this splendid afternoon, I am indulging in all things autumn and brilliant Chihuly garden and glass exhibits. All are worth a few short breaths and the aches of time-worn joints. Have you ever experienced Chihuly masterpieces? An old lover, deceased, once described them as glass on fire.
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER3 years ago in Art
The Dance
The cliffs are such a daunting area of existence. Just a few steps away from the end of everything. But in Southern Portugal, lit by the stunning Summer Moonlight, there is great beauty to be found. One such beauty is a dance, a dance performed by so many over many different periods of time.
By Some Guy3 years ago in Art
"Brushes of Mirza Shabbir: Unveiling the Enigmatic Artist". Content Warning.
Historically, many artists have incorporated mysterious elements into their art. For example, the enigmatic smile of Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci has puzzled art enthusiasts for centuries, sparking numerous interpretations and theories. Salvador Dalí's surrealist works, such as "The Persistence of Memory," often feature dreamlike and bizarre imagery that elicits a sense of mystery and the subconscious.
By Pro. Mirza Shabbir3 years ago in Art
The Midnight Fairy Garden
Have you ever wandered into your garden at midnight And from the corner of your eye, see little people dancing and Frolicking betwixt the magic of moonlight's supernatural glow
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Art
The Dance of the Dragon: A Tale Inspired by Zhang Daqian's 'Splashed-Color Landscape
In the heart of the Sichuan province, nestled between the towering peaks of the Qingcheng Mountains, lies a village untouched by time. This is the setting of our tale, a story inspired by the vibrant and evocative "Splashed-Color Landscape" by Zhang Daqian.
By SHENLANBAI3 years ago in Art
What Happened to Me at that Strawberry Tree?
"Mama," I chuckled through a mouthful of chewed strawberry, covering myself to try and be a little more graceful despite her joking nature during lunch together. "You didn't."
By Dani Banani3 years ago in Art
Blue Period
Jane examined the man. She couldn’t look away. The man's mouth had a slight upward curve, giving the appearance of pleasure, sitting with his wine and bread. But his eyes were empty. Bleak. Radiating coldness, Jane had the urge to hand him her coat, but fear stopped her. She worried his solitude and sadness were transactional.
By Laurel Messenger3 years ago in Art
The Tale of Quick Draw Cadaver
Part One Her heart filled with excitement at the sight of the bustling bar. How long ago she last had a drink, there was no telling. The merciless sun had driven out what felt to be the last of her senses, and her parched throat yearned to be reunited with her long lost love, whiskey.
By Teresa Evelyn Hart3 years ago in Art
Dreary weather
Everyone thinks that scary is cool. Even sexy. They make horror films so couples can go to the theater and cuddle up together and the girl can scream so the guy can hold her and make her feel safe.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Art
Mr.Big B : A Cyberborg!
Life passes us in a breeze. It bears upon us, light feathers to glide us thro' smooth sails; floating us above looming floods; gently winding us down to a momentary halt. Calming down and taking one thing to another, we pause and pray; and then, with gladdened hearts, pleased,we swing and sway.
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Art