Stories tagged “art”
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Martyr For Culture
They’d taken me hostage. They’d found me sitting in my home, drinking some tea, and minding my own business. I knew they would. Even though I’d destroyed my computer, burned all my paintings, and surrendered my ipod when the law was s...
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Controlled Monetization
I took the pills. Like everyone else, I took the pills and I sent in the hair and the piss to prove I took the pills. I’d figured something out, though: I could stop taking the pills for the first half of the month, then double up at the end. I s...
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A lost world
I crept through the dark. My eyes were throbbing with pain. My brain felt like hot water was being pumped through it to be left numb for the next few days. In one hand i held the lighter. I was holding on to it like it was my link to madness. Sanity. H...
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Canvas
Surrounded by scratched and scarred, cold metal walls. I ponder. A machine, small enough to, like me, call this prison a home? A beast, so strong it could etch it’s message into this man-made barricade? Hints of color catch my eye. Unable to stan...
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Tainted Rage
It did not matter what he painted or drew she would always laugh at him “get a proper job” seemed to be the usual tirade aimed at him. He would always destroy his creations after they had been laughed at. But he would go back and create the...
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End
Wandering the world, a million years after its destruction. Doesn’t that sound exciting? Mystical? Frightening? Could you even imagine what the end of the world is like? Of course not. How could you? You’ve never been there. Never felt the horror o...
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Dark arts
This felt like Johny’s last chance. The painting was going to be in the gallery and might sell. Hopefully for enough to cover the rent. He sighed after considering his single digit bank account, then turned to see who might be interested in his p...
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Paint to Live
I’ve never been able to fight the creative impulse. It’s an urge that hits me as fiercely as hunger or thirst. If I can’t paint, I starve. Of course, if I do paint, I get locked away. Because painting alone isn’t enough. My work...
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Don't Know Art
I couldn’t figure out how he made his sunsets look so good. I glanced at my canvas—my sunset looked like a rainbow, all bands. If looked away quickly, I could see borders between them, like a three-year-old would draw. Eight weeks of class ...
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Still Life
Sometimes Julia wondered if she was at fault. She’d spent that damp, hot summer when she was pregnant two ways. Whale belly floating atop the lukewarm tub water, eyes closed, or at the galleries, grateful for the cool hush, the chance to sit and ...
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Talk
The door remained closed, “Charlotte?” There was still silence, “Charlotte, answer me,” I begged. She did actually give me an answer, “No.” At that point I had to laugh, “But you just did.” Charlotte was ...
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All Around Me
Yet I ignored her and paid more attention to the walls, “You’re an artist?” I asked as I looked at a sketch of a bee, so perfect it could’ve flown off the page and stung me. “Yeah, I’m kind of an art major, but I tak...
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Like a light switch
I gingerly touch the small skin-tone button at the base of the skull. They said to wait four days for the circuitry to fully implant itself into my nervous system. What do they know? They’re only trained professionals. I can’t afford to wai...
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Ink It!
“Hello, and today on Ink It!, we’ll compare challenge as inspiration vs. challenge as advertising. Our guests today aren’t very important – but what they say is certainly important. Guest #1?” “Challenges are tools t...
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Every Seven Seconds
Conventional wisdom holds that men think about women every seven seconds. This is, of course, entirely true. Less well known, but far more interesting, is that most of the time these thoughts concern the exact same woman. Gentlemen, think about a woman...
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Overqualified Copy Girl
It was just a job I told myself as I yanked jammed paper from the bowels of the copier. The toner on my arms didn’t bother me at all, in fact it reminded me of my passion. I loved painting and design. That’s why I took this job at the magaz...
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Unforgettable
On the anniversary of Her death, you lay on the lush knoll staring up at the sky – Your sky. You see lucid greens, surrounding you like the rocking waves of vast oceans; you observe majestic golds shimmering with the bond you share together; and ...
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Beach Boy Music Dude
His callused, firm hands had enough raw muscular power behind them to knock a guy much bigger than him out, but they looked gentle when there was a pencil in them. Locks of sandy hair fell into his face as he looked down at the pad of paper in his lap....
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Desperate
Don’t Expect me to care Such is dark despair Pathetic quiverings of the heart Erratic shakings of a pen Really don’t qualify As art Take me away I need to run Ongoing pressures Never getting a fresh start
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a photographer
the flashes of the camera hurt my eyes which were already sored with dry tears. the blood trickled down my face. down my bare arms and chest. down the chains that held me to this chair. i squinted, asking for a reason, a reason as to why this had to ha...
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The Voice
He shivered in his studio as he approached the newest blank canvas, his past attempts were strewn around his studio torn to bits, or shredded by knives, nothing had come to him yet. And with each failure, with each new attempt the voice became more ins...
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The Forger and the Shotgun
No one really considers the skill it takes to properly forge a piece of art you know. No all they can say is how terrible what I do is, and what a shame it is that I put my talent to waste. I think thats hardly fair after all, I am not wasting anything...