Dost Thou Knoweth Not? War is Art!
Their instruments of art, unique in shape, are dipped into the paint flowing within. they brush each other, paint slung ev'rywhere. the land begins to shine with crimson hues.
The Creation of a Soul
With newly painted eyes, the puppet scans his surroundings. despite the dim lighting and being unable to move its head, it can see that its entire body was painted a shiny, clean white.
life with a dragon road trip shenanigans
I yell as i run at two teenagers with a can of spray paint. the teenagers drop the can of paint and run leaving a mess all over my truck. "well this is just fucking great.
War Paint
This would not have been possible if they did not paint that distrustful and lying mirror, which was hurling the burning arrows of rejection and inadequacy, black. .
Painting With Pain
It was vividly apparent that the painter was enjoying the creation of the painting that she was painting a painting within the painting. (:3) her brush was flung back behind her head in a frenzy of creative energy.
Only a Painting
I painted, lightly, a red floor and then drew shadows of an undrawn scene there. i went back, over the paint to correct slight errors. finally, i went to the main scene; my breathe becoming heavy with each stroke.
Cheating Death: Chapter 2
"What the fuck do you mean you can't meet us in Seattle?" Ethan's voice was loud, unnaturally loud, in Apollo's ear and he twitched it flat instinctively when he pulled the phone away. "I.. I just can't okay. My Uncle isn't doing so well and I had...
Paint the Town Red - Chapter 1
#1 of paint the town red "id?" barked a terrifyingly big doberman. his yellow eyes squinted down at the trembling teen, daring him to defy his authority.
The Artist
In forever - he made sure that he painted those eyes perfectly.
The Artful Poet
Canvases begin to fill, the paint words. at completion, poets covet beauty. art they make forever makes them great lords.
epic mickey part 1
(Damon's pov) i was lying down on the couch watching mickey and Oswald cartoons." why can't the world be more interesting" i said when the TV suddenly shut off. he heard a weird noise coming from my room. " what the hell ". the TV in his room showed a...
Every Artist's Dream: Prologue
And again, he started painting. as he painted, he became more and more satisfied, his sense of joy and determination increasing. his tail flicked back and forth with anticipation on its own, and his hand moved steadily across his canvas.