Fiction
The Homies
When I was in highschool I used to collect The Homies figurines and I thought that they were cool as I still do. They were created by David Gonzales a fictional latin barrio in california and they are tightknit. I had a couple of posters as well as the figurines too. Each piece is a beautifully done little piece of art. There is a little kid spin off appropriately titled "Mijos" which is spanish for my children or my kids.
By Revista Miko:XCI 16 days ago in Art
The Story Of Silk
Long before silk became a symbol of luxury, elegance, and refined taste, it was simply a secret—guarded closely, whispered carefully, and protected fiercely by an ancient civilization. The story of silk is not merely about a fabric; it is a tale woven with legend, patience, innovation, and the quiet labor of tiny creatures that changed the course of human history.
By Ibrahim Shah 18 days ago in Art
The Canvas of Dreams. AI-Generated.
Rida had always loved colors. Even as a child, she would paint the walls of her room with crayons, draw on scraps of paper, and mix colors in ways that her parents called “messy but interesting.” Art was her escape from the ordinary, a world where rules didn’t matter and imagination could run free. Yet as she grew older, she began to doubt herself. School focused on grades and strict subjects, and her paintings, no matter how heartfelt, were often dismissed as “just a hobby.”
By Sudais Zakwan20 days ago in Art
Clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop
The clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop had stopped at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday that no one remembered clearly. It wasn’t broken—every gear was clean, every spring obedient—but time simply refused to move forward inside it. That was The clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop had stopped at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday s why people came.
By Ibrahim Shah 20 days ago in Art
The Color of Dreams
Leo had always loved to paint. Even as a young boy, he would spend hours with brushes and colors, creating scenes from his imagination. Some were bright and cheerful, others dark and mysterious. But in his small town, most people didn’t take art seriously. They believed it was just a hobby, something that didn’t matter.
By Sudais Zakwan22 days ago in Art
The Face in the Window
I noticed the face on the fourth night after I moved into the apartment. It was raining heavily, and the city lights reflected strangely on the glass. I had just finished dinner and was standing near the window when something caught my eye. For a brief second, I thought I saw someone staring back at me from outside.
By Sudais Zakwan22 days ago in Art
The Painter Who Captured Souls
The small gallery at the edge of the city was easy to miss. A faded sign swung gently in the wind, and the windows were streaked with dust, yet inside, it held a world unlike any other. Visitors said that stepping into the gallery was like crossing into a different time, a place where colors spoke louder than words and silence carried its own weight.
By Sudais Zakwan24 days ago in Art
House. AI-Generated.
She closed her eyes and squeezed her knees to her chest like if she made herself smaller maybe the world would feel less heavy pressing against her ribs. The room was loud with silence, the kind that hums in your ears and reminds you of every word you never said out loud. She wondered if people could see the cracks in her the way she felt them spreading, thin lines like glass about to give.
By Brittany Smith24 days ago in Art
Tom Morello: The Revolutionary Guitar Legend Shaping Modern Rock Music
Who Is Tom Morello? Born Thomas Baptist Morello on May 30, 1964, in Harlem, New York, Tom Morello grew up in Illinois before moving to Los Angeles to pursue music. He studied political science at Harvard University, a background that would later deeply influence his songwriting and activism.
By youssef mohammed28 days ago in Art
