One of the most sensitive ones
could capture the nature and start the life of an abstracted gestures of the brush
You can feel the water and the nature from inside
The calming brush
and the representation of Peace a gift
for the whole world to calm down
its mind
About the Creator
Darkos
Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
Third Grade
So, what about third grade? This is the year that we really started with the new math so to speak. We are now entering multiplication from the threes through the twelves, fractions that include mixed and improper. There is a new subject in social studies known as history which is mainly the colonies and a little of the American revolution, but really only a taste. It was also the first year that we as students had our first achievement tests to see how we were progressing. My first third grade teacher was named Mrs. Bellstrom who for reason it seemed did not seem to care to much about me, but she became a mother and was replaced by Mrs. Donley who did like me and she liked the students to help her with little classroom chores to improve responsibility for we were no longer little ones, but growing up.
By Mark Graham6 days ago in Critique
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Paintings are such a marvel. I have seen many modern day ones, never one of the famous ones I think. But what is the difference. Time and name, they are all lovely.
Eloquently written!!! Have a lilly print!!! Love Monet. Of course, I have visited Giveny!!!💕❤️❤️