To me, art is fundamental for a story to come to life. I used to flip through a book's pages just to gaze at every picture, whether they were painted or sketched. And I want you to feel that way when you're reading our stories.
The tide was coming in. Or as Stella called it, the coming blue. She would watch it from her bedroom window. Loving how the blue washed onto the sandy shore. She would look at it until the sun was down and she could no longer see the waves. Stella would be only able to hear [...]
Aubrey was shy. She looked down, looking away from Victor's eyes. "You are the best friend I've every had," he said. Aubrey smiled. "I'm glad you think that." He took her hands. Finally she looked up at him. "I want to thank you for always being by my side." Aubrey smiled and nodded. With that, [...]
I lack nothing. I see nothing. I hear everything. I want nothing. I covet nothing. I listen.
Water is universal. Water is life. Water is just important in the forest. As it is in the desert. Water is beautiful. Water creates beauty. Inner beauty.
There was an old wall in an ancient city. And despite it's age, you could see the design painted on the concrete. Yellow and black and deep red. Each color was made to create a pattern. A simple yet timeless pattern of half circles overlaying one another. Although the design was identifiable it was wearing [...]
Thin ribbons flew in the air, surrounding Jeremy as he laughed gleefully. They were red, blue, yellow, pink, purple, green--all creating a collage of shades that seemed to merge as they spun and wove through the air. Jeremy extended his arms and watched as they caught on his fingers, but then fell to the ground [...]
Karin was in a simple photo shoot. One that only required the side of her face. A calm expression. And, well, her eyes open. She stood against a white background. Capturing the space's brightness in the picture. Which she appreciated. Because then everyone could see her bright eyes.
There were four balloons, and one cute child. And this child loved balloons, that's why she had four of them. They were all heart shaped to show how much her parents loved her. Tied around the four chairs around their dining table. "Thank you," the child said. The parents both gave her a hug. "You're [...]
Paths of blue. Paths of brown. Paths of grey. All these paths I walk this day. Which eventually lead to the same fate. But I must wait. And keep going down these trails of late.
Maryland stood on a hill surrounded by fields and fields of pine trees against a purple hued sky. The sky was purple because the sun had just set, and that was why Maryland was on this hill with a lantern in her hand. A lantern that lit the hill in yellow and attracted little insects [...]