And the sharp dark corners of winter unfold Chiaroscuro and creases and uncertain lines. He does not know me And yet I draw him My own contrived deity. His words stained His hand the plot of Anna Karinina. Not knowing I threw him away Then drew him again in Rodin's Thinker. Again.. a star, light lost. Again.. a fish, swept transient. But he was not any of these He was the night, unfolding hands. His mouth mapping words Ea...

Life Drawing Class had somehow turned out slightly different than how she imagined. While she expected nudity she never expected a model so devastatingly beautiful. His skin was a dark olive, lips tantalizingly full, hair dark and cut short, eyes a matching dark molten brown laced with thick lashes. His shoulders were broad and his skin smoothed over a campus of well toned muscles. It didn't hurt that he had a generous am...

Click.Another object,Or a person,Frozen.Click.A sound of love,Not a hobby,Passion.Click.It's more than that,It's awesome,Art.Click.Something simple,Completely changed,New.Click.Black and white,Maybe color,Film.Click.Develop.Admire.Photography.

Hey guys! This is my first story here so criticism is needed. More stories will come, and I hope you enjoy this one!THERE WAS always something missing in Anney's life. It made her sad to think of never finding out the reason why. Sure she was pretty, with her deep mahogany hair and piercing green eyes, and she never had problems with guys. Well, until she had met a man one day in the local bar. Just by looking at him had...

Let me introduce myself, my name is Brandy. I'm 26 years old and married with two beautiful kids. At the tender age of 26, I work for one of the biggest law firms in the United States. You would think I was living the American dream — a great job and two wonderful kids, a big beautiful house and the car of my dreams. I hate to tell you this but everything isn't what it seems. Things at home really aren't all that great. Y...

 Erin sighed softly as she looked at the blank canvas. Her art final was due tomorrow and she was still looking at an uninspiring wall. She ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, teeth nibbling at her full lower lip. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her...

Staying behind college to do my artwork wasn’t exactly my idea of fun, I was missing my bed, the TV and a lovely cup of tea but the painting was nearly finished. I wasn't as irritated as I could be but I seriously wasn't impressed either, the rooms were empty though so I could turn my music up louder and just get on with it. I was just applying the last few bits of detail when a boy I knew of well walked in.He moved with...

The story of how I met Christine still amazes me.     Who knew the adventure I’d embark upon when the phone rang that Sunday afternoon?“Is that Mark?”   The voice was female, mid-twenties I guessed, but all business.“It is.” I kept up the business-like nature of the call.   “How can I help you?”“You’re in my league at the tennis club.   Would you like to play this week?   I’m Christine, by the way.”Under my breath I curse...

Maggie and I were sitting at an outside table in front of our favorite coffee house when two young ladies came by passing out a flyer. We didn’t pay much attention to the flier or the non-descript girls and continued discussing our favorite subject, old movies. With us were Greg and Mary, and Maggie’s two friends from college, Judy and Amy. I saw Greg glance at one of the flyers and his eyes opened wide with interest as h...