I never got the impression that my mother wanted to do anything more than paint.
Even as a small child I can still remember waking up in the early hours of the morning, hair a tangled mess, tied back out of my face in a tight pony tail. I would wander into the kitchen my round eyes taking in everything around me. My mother some mornings would be sitting at the kitchen counter only dressed in a white lace bra, her nipples poking out the front, and a nice pair of cotton underwear. Her hair, a deep shade of amber brown would fall heavily over her skinny body, shielding her eyes which always seemed to be staring at nothing or something I could
When I was growing up, almond by Kaiboy-lollipop, literature
Literature
When I was growing up, almond
When I was growing up I lived near a park. The park was exactly three block away from my house. I counted each and every time. For the security of things staying the same, and the hope that everything could and always would be perfect.
Every Sunday morning, after eating fluffy white pancakes smothered in butter, maple syrup or raspberry yogurt, my mother would wrap me up in her warm, tight, vanilla filled hug, lift me into the sky and ask in her soft voice, as sweet and smooth as fairies. Do you want go where smiles are born, and dance with the angels while they protect peoples dreams?
I would always smile and except her invi
She was pregnant. There was no way of avoiding it.
Fifteen year old Emma McBain lay flat on her back in the center of her bed staring at the ceiling, her six week, four day ultra sound pictures held loosely by her left hand that was calmly draped over her belly button.
Breathing in a deep sigh and holding the picture up one more time she let out a loud groan. Letting her head fall against her black and red little pig themed pillow, she looked around her small but decorative bedroom. Her walls were littered with pictures of her and her friends, random newspaper clippings and even the occasional movie poster or comic page cut out. Her shel
"Are you sure you don't want to sell this piece?"
This was at least the 4th time the art instructor had asked Zeek this question within the last
twenty minutes.
" Yes sir." Was his reply.
The art instructor sighed and shook his head. His small squinty eyes made him look twice his
age. He looked tired.
"It's a wonderful painting..." he told Zeek. "Just brilliant...it's...I can't even explain it to you." He
sighed and removed his glasses wiping them off on his jacket and finally putting them back to his
slightly crooked nose.
"The lowest bid was $200 you do realize...The LOWEST bid. You are being offered a LOT of
money for this
"Are you sure you don't want to sell this piece?"
This was at least the 4th time the art instructor had asked Zeek this question within the last
twenty minutes.
" Yes sir." Was his reply.
The art instructor sighed and shook his head. His small squinty eyes made him look twice his
age. He looked tired.
"It's a wonderful painting..." he told Zeek. "Just brilliant...it's...I can't even explain it to you." He
sighed and removed his glasses wiping them off on his jacket and finally putting them back to his
slightly crooked nose.
"The lowest bid was $200 you do realize...The LOWEST bid. You are being offered a LOT of
money for this
She was pregnant. There was no way of avoiding it.
Fifteen year old Emma McBain lay flat on her back in the center of her bed staring at the ceiling, her six week, four day ultra sound pictures held loosely by her left hand that was calmly draped over her belly button.
Breathing in a deep sigh and holding the picture up one more time she let out a loud groan. Letting her head fall against her black and red little pig themed pillow, she looked around her small but decorative bedroom. Her walls were littered with pictures of her and her friends, random newspaper clippings and even the occasional movie poster or comic page cut out. Her shel
When I was growing up, almond by Kaiboy-lollipop, literature
Literature
When I was growing up, almond
When I was growing up I lived near a park. The park was exactly three block away from my house. I counted each and every time. For the security of things staying the same, and the hope that everything could and always would be perfect.
Every Sunday morning, after eating fluffy white pancakes smothered in butter, maple syrup or raspberry yogurt, my mother would wrap me up in her warm, tight, vanilla filled hug, lift me into the sky and ask in her soft voice, as sweet and smooth as fairies. Do you want go where smiles are born, and dance with the angels while they protect peoples dreams?
I would always smile and except her invi
I never got the impression that my mother wanted to do anything more than paint.
Even as a small child I can still remember waking up in the early hours of the morning, hair a tangled mess, tied back out of my face in a tight pony tail. I would wander into the kitchen my round eyes taking in everything around me. My mother some mornings would be sitting at the kitchen counter only dressed in a white lace bra, her nipples poking out the front, and a nice pair of cotton underwear. Her hair, a deep shade of amber brown would fall heavily over her skinny body, shielding her eyes which always seemed to be staring at nothing or something I could
I feel it's high time I discussed this on here since I get frequent questions about it.
To put it simply I have no real inspiration/desire to upload my art to DA at the current time. That does NOT mean I won't ever but for now, this account is MOSTLY used for following some of my favorite artists and keeping in contact with friends.
I am actually planning on creating a NEW account on here someday and then posting art up for people to see.
I do want people to see my art, give me critique and make new friends along the way.
But right now, due to my own personal preference, the DA community or -something- I am just not going to update here
Seriously it's getting to be a bit annoying...
I'm thankful that people took the time out of their day to give me a llama badge but if you're giving me one in hopes that I'll return the favor, you're going to be sadly disappointment.
I don't like the llama badges, I'm not into giving or receiving them. It's as good as spam in my inbox as far as I am concerned.
Thanks again for those who honestly were trying to do something nice but I think there are plenty of people out there whom would enjoy a llama badge more than me.
Thank you, and I hope you all understand. :)
EVERYONE MUST DO THIS AWESOME NEW MEME!!
My BFF Arielle and I in the WEE hours of the morning made this ORIGINAL CHARACTER POKEMON MEME! EVERYONE SHOULD CHECK IT OUT!!!! <3
http://acsmith12.deviantart.com/art/The-OC-PokeMeme-146837399
DON'T BE SHY!!!!!11