The Artist.

Another in the Fluffy’s storys.

Short tale.

An attempt at blank verse gone horribly, horribly wrong. o_O.

A girl called Sarah paints pictures that come to life.

Short forbidden love poem.

Things are no good being brushed under the carpet.

It is nice to paint on various things to leave a mark. There are painters who can paint anything, including their clients’ names on rice and mustard grains.

There’s nop need
at all to run,
When merely walking
in the sun. ..

You, me and all that makes for a lovely stirring.