Fiction
Clan MacBean. Content Warning.
It was an eerie lit night. As I wandered across the moors. To find myself following the pursuit of all those missing people. The 1,000 odd people missing over a few years. The seers had met me at the inn and discussed what they had seen, in their dreams, for they say it is a man missing with his 40 odd strong clan. They headed for the mountains. Wild folk. Disappearing messengers into thin air. Never seen again. Scarier than anything from hell. This thing is human. Goes by the name of Seany Bean. His clan of 40 people wild as they come. To what means of disappearance I cannot say. The seers allude to maybe witchcraft. Surely not. The ancient wizardry still lingers of the highlands. Where druids would rule, they would use magic against the beasts that roamed wild.
By Karl McBeath23 days ago in Art
The Painter’s Secret
Naila had always loved art, but she never imagined it would change her life. Growing up in a small town, she spent hours sketching on scraps of paper, painting on old cardboard, and experimenting with colors in her tiny bedroom. Her family appreciated her talent but never considered it more than a hobby. Yet, Naila’s imagination was boundless, and she longed to share her vision with the world.
By Sudais Zakwan23 days ago in Art
The Girl Who Painted Silence
When Laila was seven years old, she stopped speaking. The doctors called it selective mutism, explaining it in clinical language that sounded distant and harmless. But for her parents, the silence felt heavy. Before that year, Laila had been expressive and curious, always asking questions about clouds, birds, and why the moon followed the car at night. Then, after a difficult move to a new city and a harsh incident at school where classmates mocked her accent, her voice simply faded. She spoke at home in whispers at first, then not at all.
By Sudais Zakwan23 days ago in Art
Snl art dealers sketch
There is a Saturday night live sketch that I like a lot called “The art dealers”. It is about a married couple who work together as art dealers who are eccentric and out of this world because they are so into their own world the hilariousness comes from their interactions with the outside world and trying to share their world with those around them. I love this sketch. From what I wish I was they are my ideal.
By Revista Miko:XCI 23 days ago in Art
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 25 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 27 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 Zakwan28 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 29 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 Zakwanabout a month ago in Art
