Fiction
"The Starry Night: A Masterpiece Born from Madness"
The Starry Night: A Symphony of Silence and Madness In the hush of a Saint-Rémy night, the stars whispered. It was 1889, and Vincent van Gogh sat behind the iron bars of the asylum window, his breath fogging the glass as the wind stirred the cypress trees beyond. The room behind him was still—too still. Silence had always been his shadow, but now it had teeth. Every ticking second scraped at his thoughts.
By Soul Drafts7 months ago in Art
Finding the Right Makeup Artist in Chicago for Your Big Day
Why Choose a Professional Makeup Artist? A professional makeup artist does more than apply makeup—they understand the art of enhancing your natural features, matching products to your skin type, and creating a look that lasts all day. Whether you're dreaming of a soft, natural glow or a bold glam finish, a trained artist can make it happen while keeping your comfort in mind.
By Chicago Bridal7 months ago in Art
Books That Broke Me and Put Me Back Together
There was a period in my life where I couldn’t read at all. It sounds strange, almost laughable now, but I remember it vividly. Words blurred on the page, my eyes scanned paragraphs without comprehension, and the part of me that once found sanctuary in stories felt… evacuated. It was during a time of quiet crisis—one without car crashes or screaming arguments. No dramatic exit. Just a slow erosion of self.
By wilson wong7 months ago in Art
How to Choose the Right Size Walk Behind Scrubber Dryer for Your Space
When it comes to cleaning large spaces efficiently, a Walk Behind Scrubber Dryer is one of the most reliable tools you can invest in. But choosing the wrong size can lead to wasted resources, poor cleaning results, or unnecessary expense.
By Devansh Maurya7 months ago in Art
Dick Whittington and the Cat
Dick Whittington was a poor boy. He had no parents to look after him, so he was often very hungry. He lived in a small village in the countryside. He had often heard stories about a faraway place called London, where everyone was rich and the streets were paved with gold.
By Intisarshilmani7 months ago in Art
Secret Love in the Classroom. AI-Generated.
I never thought a classroom could hold so many secrets. But it wasn’t the books, the chalkboard, or even the whispered gossip that left the biggest impact on me—it was a pair of eyes that kept finding mine across the room, day after day.
By Sophia Grace7 months ago in Art
The Museum in My Mind
Where every brushstroke tells a personal story, and every exhibit is a window into the soul. We all have a gallery within us—a private, sacred space where memories live like paintings hung on invisible walls. I call mine The Museum in My Mind, and through its endless corridors, I walk when the world outside gets too loud. Whether you're an artist, a dreamer, or someone quietly surviving, this concept resonates deeply: we are all curators of our own experiences, arranging joy, grief, and nostalgia like works of art.
By Mehtab Ahmad7 months ago in Art
“The Fall of the King”. AI-Generated.
“The Fall of the King” In the heart of the great African savannah, where the golden grass whispered ancient secrets and the wind carried tales of life and death, there lived a lion named Kivuli. He was not just any lion—Kivuli was the undisputed king of the valley, feared by all and challenged by none. His mane was as dark as storm clouds, his roar like thunder cracking over the plains, and his eyes burned with pride and ambition.
By Sixmund Salmon Komba7 months ago in Art
