Just stories written while im on the toilet or in the restroom in general
Read Nowcanvas. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief. It was just a dream... Slowly, Mathilde sat up, clutching on the blanket close to her chest, her back and legs felt stiff. The room was almost dea
Read Nowcanvas and step into the painting. That's something that I've never seen before. I hold his hand tightly and step into the painting. We stand inside a room with a single painting on the wall. I look a
Read Nowcanvas repeatedly made me relax. After I was done, I look at her for approval. Her eyes were indifferent but I see a little light in her eyes so I smile. I present the painting to my mother-in-law
Read Nowcanvas were half-drawn, half-finished or full of splattering colors yet no shapes were taking place. Some abstract portraits were gathering dust in the corner. Danny had survived through the years wi
Read Nowcanvas from the pantry. Oil painting had already existed in this time period, and she wanted to try her hand at it. When she was Xu Qin Wang Fei, due to the lack of anything to do inside the wangfu, s
canvas duffel bag and handed it off to Harper. "Packed as much as I could as fast as I could." Harper beamed. "Real sweet of you. But what happened to Dasilva? Didn't duck a punch?" Dasilva look
Read Nowcanvas that stands in front of me, empty and ready to live in color. Hundreds of images are popping up one by one, feeling every color, every brush stroke and every careful pattern I delicately add. V
Read Nowbathroom, slamming the door open, pushing her face up close to the mirror. There she was, in her old body. She had gotten so used to seeing that face with the body that didn't originally belong to
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