Over a month ago on Facebook, I saw an ad for a art competition hosted by Johnny Depp. I'm an artist, and art has been my hobby since I was young, the last 10 years I've really gotten into it. It became my coping mechanism when dealing with past trauma. The last 4 years my 12 year old daughter has joined me drawing and it's our thing now. I registered and waited. Long story short, I was picked for the competition. The thing is, it's all about votes. I don't have a huge following ; so I'm asking for your vote. If you follow the link, it gives you my profile. Just hit vote and it will give you the option for free or with donation. Donations go to the elsyium art studio in LA. After you pick which one by clicking it, you will need to verify with Facebook then you'll see a confirmation that your vote was received. Thank you so very much and please if you ever find yourself in a situation you need public support, I'd gladly return the favor. As long as it's legal and ethical ya know.

The Manuscript: Part II – The Velvet Manifesto I’m looking at this little black book. Anton’s book. It’s got some heavy words in it, y’know? People get scared when they see it. They think it’s all about the shadows. But listen... it’s really about the light inside you. Your own spotlight.

Manuscript Fragment: The Prelude The ink is black, but if you look close enough, it shimmers like a sequin under a spotlight. I’m sitting here in the quiet—the kind of quiet that feels like the world is holding its breath, waiting for the beat to drop. People talk, y’know? They say I’m the shadow in the corner. The whisper in the garden. But they weren't there when the music started.

I dream of you. In times, where there’s, nothing left of you, but a single drop of tear, it may flood the gates. And then I begin to think, that I, remember.

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Games were often tied to seasonal rhythms in Denmark, shaping how communities spent their time during long winters and busy harvest periods.

I could write a book on just how we met alone. The spinning wheel, on this day, spent on me, and you told Papa I was a goal driven wreath. So I’m here to bring you luck, but this time I left no room. I left no room for no “‘til deaths do us apart” because I ain’t dying too soon.

Hello there. This is a basic introduction of my account, and what type of things will be displayed on it.

AI is cold. It is mechanical but not precise. It is based on logic without consent. It is based on data without the emotional pull of a true artist. There is no "mistake" in human art. It is perfectly imperfect... Continue Reading.

The annual day of love and the requirement to participate it’s a worldwide celebration where men are over looked and women are praised.

A story about a girl who came tumbling in head over heels and marked what she wanted and grabbed it to.

A poem about a lover who left an impression. If it were a different time it would be something more.

Come in and see what I color! I will be posting videos of it as well. I’m new to this so bare with me!

I use Wattpad to post fanfictions and actual stories and I was wondering if anyone would want to follow for a follow back? I don't post constantly but I plan to change that soon. I typically write romance stories but I plan to write some other genres as well. My favorite trope is Enemies to Lovers. I hope you find my stories to be able to put a smile on your face. I've always wanted to make people happy with my writing especially since it's been one of my favorite activities growing up

This is something simple and small something I wish people would understand and how beautiful it can truly be even if it hurts

I'm not sure how to describe this poem of mine, so I'll just say that it took of lot of emotional energy to write this in one go.

A new Era of writing. Sharing your thoughts, creative process, owning and sharing experiences that you thin people should know for new beginners that's just starting out.

How my ex has lied to me in different ways, and how I've felt betrayed in knowing he lied.. but staying with him because I believed I could fix him.

The door represents our urge to feel and know what once was, our memories. And how it pulls us in to it's grasp, and we don't look back.

The kind of hatred I feel, the kind I sometimes yearn for when I feel nothing stiring In my chest. The kind.. that makes your blood boil over.