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Another Chance
Julia Castellon sits on a queen size bed with a mahogany acoustic guitar in her lap as she scribbles into a black notebook. She finishes writing a lyric and picks her guitar up to play the tune. Just then her elderly mother Millie Onarez shuffles in after she finishes washing dishes.
By Jean Carlo Taveras5 years ago in Journal
Introduction:
So for those of you who don't know me? I am new to this! I am the new boy in town. Now, obviously the photo has given you a bit of a clue. I am an Actor, a thespian. My whole life is Acting and from this point forward? I am going to do my damndest to break through professionally. However, my side interest is writing.
By Andrew Campbell5 years ago in Journal
An Unlikely Hero
If my pages could speak, they would tell you tales of epic adventure—sneaking through alleys in the dark of night, working with monsters by day, and stealing treasure hordes behind turned backs. Yet, I remain silent—relegated to a dark corner of a drafty attic, my mysteries covered in the dust of decades slipping by at the speed of modern distraction.
By Donya Dunlap5 years ago in Journal
Timeline of My Art (2009-2019), with Pictures
(.......2009-2010 and on.......) So, in 2009 I was still in high school. It was my last year of high school and I decided to take an art class and music as well. When I was in the art class I discovered that I really enjoyed drawing, painting came later. I really liked the colors that I could put on paper. I really liked the fact that I was creating something meaningful. But most of all I really liked the fact that I was making something totally original.
By Xandra Breban5 years ago in Journal
Dark Arts for a Dark Cause
Eyes on the red light, I sat dazed in my car staring as if it was the only thing I could see. My dramatic mirrored sunglasses shielded me from the beaming rays of the sun and protected me from the surrounding mundane while I surrendered to the moment of just another day. I enjoyed my day dream until it was broken by the loud screeching sounds of a bus pulling up beside me. I glanced to my right to see a huge blue banner across the side of it. "Don't Believe the Promises. Don't Believe the Lies. Don't Buy It" it said. It was referring to human trafficking. It pushed my pattern of thought into a new direction. Is that how it happens? Through manipulation? My face squinted the way it does when a micro-dart of realization hits you. I had always had one picture stored in my head when it came to human trafficking and I swear it’s a freeze frame from the movie "Taken." It was simply just something I never gave a lot of thought to. The light turned green and I pushed the petal to drive. Just a passing thought, or so I believed. As time went on it would be become clear that sliding moment was more than just that. It was a newly planted seed.
By Christina Greene5 years ago in Journal
A Blogger Worth Their Salt
It's never an intention of mine to judge the way other creators decide to express themselves. After all, art is boundless and creativity is eternally limitless. There is no one way to do or express anything and that's one of the beauties of art. It's one of the primary reasons so many people embrace the arts not only to cope with trauma's, life experiences, or mental disabilities and impairments but as a catharsis for the emotions they experience and need to release. For the most part, I'm tremendously accepting and understanding of the way in which others convey their thoughts, ideas, and emotions because I find it illuminating to step into someone else's mind and internalize their experiences or thoughts from their perspective. These gems can be incredibly enlightening + inspiring, if nothing else.
By Meg Thee Tiger5 years ago in Journal







