Fiction
The Little Leather Book
Cameron St. Patrick was like no other girl. She was born during the civil rights turbulence of the '60s. The hatred that Cameron witnessed as a child in her mind was commonplace. She remembered hearing stories of how blacks were under attack by whites, jews, and pretty much everyone. When Cameron witnessed violence in her neighborhood, it had no apparent effect on her as she lived a pretty sheltered life. It was just normal behavior on the dead-end street that Cameron grew up.
By PATRICE BISHOP YOUNG3 months ago in Art
The AI Artist Who Outdid Me
Last week, I was scrolling through social media when something bizarre caught my eye: a digital artwork that looked real. I’m talking about the kind of art that seemed to breathe with emotion, texture, and perspective. The kind that would have easily been created by a human artist, except this one had a twist, at the bottom of the post was a line that read: "Created by AI."
By Sophia Hanson3 months ago in Art
Cried Clay
In a quiet village in southern France, there lived a sculptor named Adrien Marchand. His hands were known across the region for turning lifeless clay into faces that seemed almost ready to breathe. He never married, never had children, and rarely spoke. He lived for his art — and for the one memory that haunted him every day.
By LUNA EDITH3 months ago in Art
The Sky Between Us
The night before my brother left for the city, the stars were brighter than I’d ever seen them. We sat on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, watching planes blink their way across the sky. He had a ticket, a packed suitcase, and a heart full of dreams.
By Charlotte Cooper3 months ago in Art
Art That Breathed
In a quiet street in Florence, Italy, where every corner smelled of paint and coffee, there stood a small art studio with cracked windows and ivy creeping up its walls. Inside, a man named Luca spent his days surrounded by canvases that never sold and colors that refused to fade.
By LUNA EDITH3 months ago in Art
