Fiction
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
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
Father? . Content Warning.
I woke up in a dark room. It was a different dark room from the one I’d been in the night before, this one smelled of musk. The last ones foetor was of a clogged toilet. I had no idea who moved me, or when. The denizens of this abode were horrible. They chained me up and beat me. I didn’t want to be in this new room either, I did not know what eldritch horrors awaited.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Art
The Transformative Power of Art: A Journey into Creativity and Expression
Art has been an integral part of human civilization since its inception, transcending time and space to connect individuals across cultures and generations. It encompasses a vast spectrum of mediums, techniques, and forms, ranging from painting and sculpture to music and literature. This essay delves into the world of art, exploring its diverse dimensions, historical significance, and its profound impact on society.
By Ponder & Pen3 years ago in Art
Leviathan Rising
For thousands of years, the sea has harbored mysteries and monsters. It's a place of comfort and a place of darkness. Man has chased legends of the sea around the globe. Some spend a lifetime hunting answers to the mysteries of the deep blue sea.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Art
New York Movie. Runner-Up in Painted Prose Challenge.
Mary leaned against the wall and sighed inwardly. She hated these late showings. Her friends were out on the town tonight, dressed up to the nines, looking young, free, and beautiful. It was just after nine, so they would be at a bar now, sipping on small flutes of champagne that fizzed and sparkled like the girls themselves, feeling wild and alive on a warm summer’s evening in the greatest city in the world.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Art
