Fiction
Late Review: Queen Charlotte Series - A Joyful yet Painful Love Tragedy. Content Warning.
Welcome, dear readers, to a journey filled with both joy and heartache as we explore the enchanting world of the Queen Charlotte Series. If you were a fan of the earlier version of Bridgerton, known for its love, pride, prejudice, drama, and happy endings, you'll find a similar allure in this series. However, Queen Charlotte delves deeper into the complexities of arranged marriages, the hardships of widowhood, and the need for a break from feel-good romances.
By P K Kalkiling3 years ago in Art
The circle of life
In the heart of a small suburban neighborhood, nestled between neatly manicured lawns and white picket fences, there existed a garden. It was a sanctuary of life, a place where the circle of existence unfolded with each passing season. Within its boundaries, emotions intertwined as the garden taught its caretaker the profound lessons of life, death, and the delicate balance between them.
By Christopher Blessing3 years ago in Art
Growth and Healing
Amelia stood at the entrance of her neglected backyard, her eyes tracing the overgrown tangle of weeds and forgotten flower beds. It had been years since she had set foot in this space, the memories too painful to bear. But today was different. Today, she was ready to face the past and find solace in the act of nurturing life.As a child, Amelia had spent countless hours with her grandmother in the garden. Together, they would plant seeds, tend to the vibrant blooms, and create a haven of colors and fragrances. The garden was a place of laughter, stories, and unconditional love. But when her grandmother passed away, everything changed. The loss left Amelia shattered, and the once-thriving garden became a painful reminder of her grief.But now, standing amidst the wild growth, a flicker of determination sparked within Amelia. She couldn't let the garden wither away like her own spirit had. She rolled up her sleeves, grabbed her gardening tools, and began the arduous task of reclaiming the space she had long abandoned.With each weed pulled, Amelia felt a weight lifted from her chest. As she dug her hands into the rich earth, a sense of connection to something greater enveloped her. It was as if the garden whispered ancient wisdom, reminding her of the cycles of life and the resilience of nature.
By Christopher Blessing3 years ago in Art
Garbage-man
I grew up to be a garbage-man. I don’t love what I do yet I feel like it was my calling. I feel like taking out the trash and cleaning the streets was the reason I was born. My mother Prudence was a stern schoolteacher and taught me how to read and write. She tried to get me to understand mathematics and science and other subjects I just couldn’t quite grasp.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Art
Crying in Versace Again🥹. Content Warning.
Dawn of The Pride parade Brenda, Sat at My New Country Styled Polished Brass Colored Countertop in my Big uptown Kitchen…Drinking Milk out of a Clean Beer mug, I only used to make large Strawberry milkshakes...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Art
Remember, Remember, 1999 in November
Newsagent Jo The morning clung to her in drizzles. She travelled through it, toward the city, barely there, hidden within a cloak of silence. A waft of a bus pass to a concrete gaze followed by a conscientious focus on avoiding everybody else's. Head down, through the back streets, she waddled and lolloped, winding between the strewn remains of last night's large nights, a postmodern archaeology beneath which the city's skin of tarmac and loose tooth cobbles lay stoic, their battle against nature's persistent uprising and humanity's relentless footprint wearing them thin.
By Caroline Jane3 years ago in Art
Brushstrokes & Pixels
Today, as an artist immersed in the realm of visual expression, I find myself reflecting on the fascinating intersection of brushstrokes and pixels. In an era dominated by technology and digital advancements, the traditional art of painting has undergone a metamorphosis, merging with the digital medium to create captivating works that beautifully capture the essence of beauty. The fusion of brushstrokes and digital pixels has opened new realms of creativity.
By Amna Chaudry3 years ago in Art
Hanging Out
By noon it was already one hundred degrees. It was expected to reach 112o in the next couple of hours. Racine needed to do something for her children. Ever since she was a kit, she’d been aware of the human encroachment. The homes and concrete only contributed to the oppressive heat. Water was scarce. The food in the garbage cans and compost bins used to be plentiful until locks were placed on them, making access to their contents impossible.
By Mindy Reed3 years ago in Art
Crying In Versace Fabrics❤️🔥📝. Content Warning.
Heartbreaks & Art of Fashion It all started out so hazy, as clear as the picture shows I Still get a blur, late August On my Balcony in my Versace Robe there I sat, comfortable and snuggled on my lazy boy Patio furniture... Swiping pic after pic thinking out loud “Is this a joke” But, Reality never lets you think it’s a joke! I quietly spoke to myself… hmm something about the Moon That Warm Night. Something Didn’t Feel Right.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Art
