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amazonbooksauthor · 14 days

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Unleash Creativity with the Teddy Bear Fun Book: A Blank Sketch Book for Young Storytellers

Introduction: In a world where children are constantly inundated with screens and digital distractions, fostering creativity and imagination has never been more important. Enter the Teddy Bear Fun Book, a delightful paperback sketchbook designed to ignite the creative spark in young minds. With its large size and blank pages, this book provides the perfect canvas for children to express themselves through drawing, writing, and storytelling. Let's explore how the Teddy Bear Fun Book can become an essential tool in nurturing the imagination of kindergarten and nursery students.

Unleash Boundless Creativity: At the heart of the Teddy Bear Fun Book lies endless possibilities. Its blank pages invite children to unleash their imagination without constraints. Whether it's doodling colorful illustrations, crafting whimsical stories, or inventing new adventures for their favorite characters, this sketchbook empowers children to express themselves freely and fearlessly.

Encourage Storytelling Skills: Storytelling is a fundamental skill that not only fosters creativity but also enhances language development and communication abilities. The Teddy Bear Fun Book encourages children to become storytellers by providing a dedicated space for them to write and illustrate their narratives. From fantastical adventures with teddy bears to imaginative tales of friendship and courage, the possibilities are limited only by a child's imagination.

Develop Fine Motor Skills: Beyond igniting creativity, the act of drawing and writing in the Teddy Bear Fun Book also helps develop essential fine motor skills in young children. As they grasp pencils, crayons, or markers to bring their ideas to life on paper, they are refining their hand-eye coordination, grip strength, and precision—all crucial skills for future academic and life success.

Promote Independent Learning: The beauty of the Teddy Bear Fun Book lies in its simplicity and versatility. Whether used in the classroom or at home, this sketchbook promotes independent learning and self-expression. Children can spend hours exploring their creativity, experimenting with different artistic techniques, and honing their storytelling abilities—all while having fun with their furry friend, the teddy bear.

Create Lasting Memories: The Teddy Bear Fun Book is not just a blank sketchbook; it's a treasure trove of memories waiting to be filled. As children fill its pages with their imaginative creations, they are creating tangible keepsakes that they can cherish for years to come. From their first scribbles to their elaborate illustrations, each page tells a unique story of a child's journey through creativity and self-discovery.

Conclusion: In a world filled with noise and distractions, the Teddy Bear Fun Book offers a serene sanctuary where children can unleash their creativity, hone their storytelling skills, and create lasting memories. With its blank pages and boundless possibilities, this sketchbook is more than just a book—it's a gateway to a world of imagination and wonder. Whether used in the classroom or at home, the Teddy Bear Fun Book is sure to inspire the next generation of young storytellers and artists. Get ready to embark on an adventure filled with teddy bears, imagination, and endless fun!

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playfulsparksp · 2 months

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Celebrating Girl Scouts & Story Magic!

Happy National Girl Scout Day! We at PlayfulSparks are cheering on all the amazing young women who are building courage, confidence, and leadership skills through Girl Scouts!

Many Girl Scouts discover a love for reading and storytelling during their time in the program.

PlayfulSparks helps create the stories that spark their imaginations! ✨

We work with talented authors and producers to bring captivating children's books to life, filled with unforgettable characters and engaging narratives.

Does your Girl Scout have a story waiting to be told? Let PlayfulSparks help make it a reality! ➡️ https://www.playfulsparks.com/landing-page]

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mizamour · 1 year

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This book!!!!! So amazing!!!!! I adore Octavia Butler, and I adore Ibi Zoboi, so when I got this book signed by Zoboi at ALA this summer, I was over the moon! But I hadn't read it yet til now, when it just won an award and reminded me it was waiting like a jewel on my shelf - and WOW. I can't think of anyone more perfect to tell Butler's story than Zoboi - they were both introverted Dreamers who found refuge and inspiration in speculative fiction as kids, which shaped their journeys as groundbreaking authors. Zoboi tells her story in a beautiful blend of expository text, images, and and poetry, each enhancing each other and adding deeper layers, parallels, reflections. This is a biography like no other, expository literature at its height. I'm going to be recommending this to some of the aspiring authors in my school! #octaviabutler #octaviawasright #ibizoboi #sciencefiction #speculativefiction #afrofuturism #blacksciencefiction #blackauthors #blackbooksmatter #blackauthorsmatter #youngauthors #childrensbiographies #biographies #expositoryliterature https://www.instagram.com/p/CoizAKfssyc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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allegonzalez · 2 years

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Love meeting young men and women, some are parents already and come with their children! Definitely my spirit keeps young when I see the smiling faces of this new generation. We meet and they share their hopes and talents with me. My Author’s table will ALWAYS be open to attract and encourage young readers and writers! #newwriters #youngmen #youngwomen #children #growing #sharing #newgeneration #share #hopes #talents #youngauthors #childrencanwrite #readtochildren (at Courtyard by Marriott Toronto Mississauga/West) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjPNhDeMoWS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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manitobawritersguild · 2 years

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Join our new Manitoba Writers' Guild Youth Writing Circle. Meetings are held monthly on Zoom, the third Sunday each month at 4pm. Email for details: [email protected] #author #youngauthors #youthgroup #Manitobanauthor #Canadianauthor #writer #writingcommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdi6pR4LxvF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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uglylittlerat123 · 2 years

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He looks at me with his deep caramel eyes and slowly takes a drag of his cigarette.

“Heroes or Villains?” He asks me, his eyes contain a playful glint.

I shove his shoulder a little and laugh, “Pfft, is that even a question? Heroes of course!”

He smiles and glances towards the sky.

“What if I told you I preferred Villains?” He grins, I smirk and lean towards his face.

“Then I would tell you that you were a vile creature, destined for hell.”

#SOMEONE TELL ME IF THIS IS GOOD PLEASE #Written By women #Romance #LGBTQ #queer #youngauthors #poetry

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mainlymarilyn · 2 months

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Consider supporting a 15 y/o autistic author?

Hi, I'm Marilyn, and I wrote a book! I spent a good year on it and I would EXTREMELY appreciate it if you checked it out! It's a romance/fantasy about my OC Boston as he tries to not only naviagte the struggles of love but also his horrid mental health (all while he tries to escape poachers) Please give it a read! <3

#author #youngauthor #newbook #oc #autistic #15yearsold #romancebook #fantasybook #creative writing #novella #lgbt representation #laceys

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gloomyjadee · 1 month

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An excerpt from my new book, Rosemary.

This book is a romance murder mystery based in the Midwest in 2007. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism. Thank you for reading!!

TRIGGER WARNING. this chapter contains mentions of domestic violence and grooming. Please take caution.

GIRL TALK.

Chassy sat at the ledge of the stained bathtub, dragging the razor up her leg in smooth patterns, shaving. Ammie, who didn't mind the blonde hair that covered her legs, stared at the mirror, adjusting the soft dusty rose lipstick that was smeared on her lips.

“Y'know, I'm happy you found someone Ams.” Chassy said, a soft sigh to end the sentence. Chassy washed the razor in the warm running water of the tub, eyeing Ammie.

“Well, that makes someone.” She sighed rubbing her eyes. Ammies father had just finished his regular screaming fest, this time, it was about Gabe. Ammie sighed, staring at herself in the mirror, her large brown eyes staring back at her.

“Y'know, you don't need to listen to that asshole…he's just mad because of Gabe's dad.” Chassy sighed, setting the razor on the side of the bathtub, now that she was finished. She dipped her toes in the warmish water that filled the tub below her.

“Mm…Gabe's dad is sort of a dick though.” Ammie chuckled, taking a tissue and wiping the lipstick off, deciding she hated the color.

Chassy stood and walked over, wiping her feet on the plush pink bathmat, that was now more of a rosey brown.

“You look good without makeup. One of the many things I'm jealous of you for.” Chassy said, fiddling with a piece of Ammies hair, staring at them both in the small bathroom mirror. The girls chuckled, and Ammie rolled her eyes.

“At least you look good in belts…” Ammie said.

Chassy scoffed in amusement. “Because natural beauty is somehow less important than my hips?” Chassy retorted, a goofy smile on her face. Ammie laughed, hip bumping Chassy.

“Don't act like you aren't gorgeous Chas…” Ammie said, eyeing the brunette. Chassy rolled her eyes, twirling around on the hard bathroom floor.

“I know I know, were quite possibly the hottest best friends in all of this shitty town.” Chassy said, resting her hands on Ammies shoulder from behind as Ammie continues to stare in the mirror, picking at her blackheads.

“Chas, how do you know when you love someone?” She asked, looking to Chastity, who was then giving her a small shoulder massage.

“Well, me and Kyler have been dating what? Three weeks? Whatever, were so in love. Its like having a crush, but like, 10 times more fuzzy.” Chassy swooned.

“Kyler is not what I meant..isn't he like 30?” Ammie frowned, turning around to face Chassy.

“Kyler is just…on my level. The boys my age simply aren't. And if not Kyler, who else would I be in love with?” Chassy smiled softly. Chassy, who was only 17, did everything possible to piss off her parents, and Ammie knew this. Of course, Ammie didn't think Chassy would go so far as to date someone twice her age. Ammie knew deep down that something was wrong, she always did. She knew when Chassy had a bloody lip, and she knew when Chassy asked to stay the night because Kyler was ‘acting weird.’

But Chastity Anne Ross wasnt one to back out of something, which was one of her greatest strengths, but also one of her biggest faults. Ammie sighed.

“I dunno… Your right I guess.” She shrugged.

“Just…be careful.” She said, embracing Chassy in a tight hug. Chassy chuckled.

“What would I have to be careful about?” She asked. Ammie knew that Chassy knew. Chassy knew, and Chassy didn't care. Because that was the only form of love Chassy knew from men.

Ammie sent her a warm smile, backing up.

“Wanna get high?” Asked Chassy, raising an eyebrow.

This is the end of this excerpt, thank you for reading!!!!

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ghostlysela · 1 year

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❖ TDOM Aesthetic ❖

➳For my readers, I wanted to share with you the aesthetic of what you'd find in my story. I was tempted to put more together but that would just make the pictures tell the story instead and I did not want that! What aesthetic is your favorite?

♡I.L.M

Note: (Please be advised that all images and gifs do not belong to me unless otherwise stated.)

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ritabs · 1 year

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so... goals are hard :c

Hi! So this was definitely a big goal for me, and I had a lot of hope before the new year. This semester began kicking my ass right away and my goal of writing 30 minutes a day literally disappeared like

but its okay!! so i started working on my outline all over again and reviewing my characters and i think a great motivator would be introducing them to yall! so I'm going to start posting a bit about that, who we're working with and what the story is. hopefully no spoilers but we'll see.

finally, I want to use self-publishing sites like AO3 and Wattpad to gain a following, I have a several books in this series that i want to write and i think having that motivator would really help! so after I finish the first chapter im going to publish it on AO3 as an original work and let it go. I have a HUGE problem with deleting the first draft so hopefully that'll fix that lol.

Overall, i didnt give up, i still want this book to be done sooo bad and I'm ready to write it.

#writing #selfpublishing #selftaught #author #youngauthor #indieauthor #fantasybook #blackauthor #writingblog #mythoughts

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marrrowoflife · 1 year

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Caligula’s Alphabet

A leaf of golden fortune slips dejectedly from his crown,

And it shatters as it meets the marble floors of his palace.

A single tear falls from his oceanic eyes as he stares at the fractured gilt,

Allowing bruised fingers to brush away the shards from his feet.

Blood of his uncle’s death stains the silk of his gown,

Belated sorrow choking him as he held back an agonised cry.

Begging for the day the last gold-plated petal falls from his aching head,

Begging for the day his freedom is once again granted.

Crucified at the feet of emperors before him,

Caligula washes the sin of greed from the trembling hands he has done such wrong with.

Crying out for the warmth of his poor mother’s embrace and comfort,

Caligula with white knuckles takes his dagger purely to feel the presence of something.

Dangerously close is the blade to the emperor’s rapidly rising chest,

Digging painfully into the porcelain skin as it threatens to pierce the heart of Rome’s leader.

Daring himself to end it all with a single thrust of the silver knife,

Daring all of Rome to see the iron blood leak from the wound of their most beloved.

Even the most seemingly perfect men hide their guilt from humanity,

Eating them alive from the inside out as they swim in their personal lake of grief.

Every last inch of the young leader’s body felt numb at the touch of his maiden’s jewelled fingers,

Each and every day feeling as if it drew longer and longer in spite of his crimes.

Fighting the urge to drive his spear into his beating and broken heart,

Finding the peace in himself as he throws it to the marble floors of his dwelling.

Fimble fingers loosening the rope that ties his robe to his fragile waist,

Fretting the sight of the bleeding wound he had put upon himself.

Gilded leaves recess from the branches of the boy’s royalty,

Guided by the way of which his ancestors had ruled his land before him.

Golden waves of hair sweep idly before his tearful yet anger-ridden eyes,

Giving up all hope and love for the people whom of which love him the dearest.

High in the dark bell tower lays the body of emperor’s past,

Heirs of kings yet to come kneeling before their royal ancestors with pleading eyes and sinful screams.

Hear the cries of saddened mothers as her child sinks into the sin of greed and lust,

Heaven praised as angels cascade with silver tears leaking from the innocence of their perception.

In a state of what seemed to be pure torment and sickness,

I heard the cries of emperor Caligula calling out for God’s forgiveness on his hands and knees.

Is it such a strange thing to imagine that I felt a sense of empathy for the king?

Is it so hard to believe that he had a fragment of purity in his corrupt heart?

Jaded Caligula was the from the lack of liveliness in the halls of his humble abode,

Just a boy he was when the golden crown was placed idly upon his head with not one ounce of hesitation.

Jubilant he had felt when his people kneeled before him and praised his name,

Justifying for him the transgression of such acts he had partaken in.

Killing himself no longer felt as if it were an option,

Kaleidoscopes of sin canvasing his eyes in razor-sharp blindfolds piercing porcelain skin.

‘Kings don’t cry’ is what the emperor told himself as his fingers gripped knots of golden hair,

Knuckles white with agony as Rome’s leader begged his lord for ‘one last chance’.

‘Loneliness’ was a bitter word as it fell from Caligula’s bleeding tongue,

‘Love’ felt as if it dug a wound into the boy’s throat as soon as it left his bruised and beaten lips.

Let me into your melancholy heart of silver and gold will you please?

Lakes of anguish drowning you in its waves of torture and solitude.

Mosaics built in the shape of his all-seeing eyes cover the walls like a museum,

Museums built purely for his personal pleasure filled with depictions of the women he believed he had loved.

Maidens he had promised the world and brides he had threatened to poison if they didn’t perform his bidding,

Melting the paint of the canvases with the flame of his aching heart.

Not once did I consider that Caligula may have felt guilt for his acts of misdeed,

Nor did I believe that the emperor was ever truly happy.

Newborns blessed with a kiss upon their fragile heads from the king himself,

Never being able to comprehend why their families worshipped such a cruel man.

‘O hear my modest prayer and allow my king to serve for an eternity’ devotees would cry,

Only for their pleas to be drowned out by the choked sobs from the throats of Caligula’s victims.

‘O Gods, hear me now’ the worshippers cry at the feet of their emperor,

Of course the Gods do not always answer your prayers.

Processes of elimination as emperor after emperor’s hearts are pierced by the spear of betrayal,

Pleading eyes of Rome’s third emperor as he begs on his bleeding knees.

‘Please’ escapes from his quivering lips as tears of anguish flood from his eyes as if they were rivers,

Piling up body upon body of the ones of whom he has betrayed.

Queens shield their eyes from the adornment of blood at their feet,

Quickly they run to their kings to shield them from the torment.

Quietly children weep as their knights are killed before them,

Quaintly their blood leaks through the centuries old cracks in the streets.

Relishing in the feeling of fame, the emperor lays back idly on his throne of gold,

Reality seems shifted as the light from the sun reflects colours from the stained glass windows onto his skin.

Riskily his fingers run over the blade of his spear,

Reaching the sharp tip he pricks himself and bleeds.

Still the scent of his past lover’s lavender perfume lingers in the air,

Shifting between the feeling of love and the feeling of hatred.

Silently sitting on his golden throne,

Silently sitting and waiting for someone to save him from his nightmare in disguise.

Timidly he reaches blood-stained fingers out for his silver dagger,

Tiredly whispering to himself that the feeling of a knife in his chest would ache less than heartbreak.

To the blind eye the young Caligula seemed to have it all,

To himself he had nothing.

Underneath the moon on a dark August’s night,

Underlying in the midnight air you can see the king’s spirit of stars in the ink-like sky.

Unsure of the meaning behind the fallen emperor’s bewitching night sky visitation you may think to yourself;

Until when will the poor young Caligula be trapped in his inky prison?

Viciously the young ruler tears at the silk gowns his admirers have draped him in,

Violently he rips them apart from thread to thread.

Violet shreds of cotton flow down the marble steps of his palace like rivers of water,

Valiantly he throws away the material as he cries out in agony to the gods above him.

Waking in fright each morning with a heart racing faster than the blink of an eye,

Weeping like a child in the embrace of a quilt once owned by his mother.

Washing away the blood of his enemies in the pools of youth surrounding his castle,

Wailing in horror at his unforgivable crimes.

Xanthic strands of hair sweep before his piercing eyes,

Xenas dancing erotically on torn silk sheets for the emperor’s now unexistant pleasure.

Xesturgy ceramics line the walls of his marble chamber,

Xenodochy now ruled sinful across Rome by the demand of emperor Caligula.

Zombie-like the king now lays in a forced slumber,

Zany he acts now around the ones he would have once called his friends.

Zen no longer a feeling the emperor can find himself acquainted with,

Zestless the almighty king once was before he bleeds onto the white marble of his palace.

- Olivia Russell 2022

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amazonbooksauthor · 1 month

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"Creative Confections: A Kid's Adventure Sketchbook"

A vibrant, enticing cover adorned with a towering cake, its colorful layers topped with swirls of frosting and sprinkles, beckoning young imaginations to dive into a world of creativity and fun.

Embark on an imaginative journey with "Creative Confections: A Kid's Adventure Sketchbook"! This paperback blank sketchbook isn't just an empty canvas; it's a doorway to endless creative possibilities for young minds. Featuring an enchanting cover showcasing a delightful cake, this book is bound to captivate children's imaginations everywhere.

What makes "Creative Confections" stand out is its adaptability. Whether your child loves crafting stories, sketching pictures, or simply letting their imagination roam free, this book provides the perfect outlet. With its spacious pages and absence of lines, it encourages children to think beyond boundaries and explore their creativity in exciting new ways.

For aspiring storytellers, "Creative Confections" offers a canvas to weave imaginative tales filled with vibrant characters, thrilling adventures, and of course, delectable desserts. From epic quests to whimsical escapades, the possibilities are limited only by your child's imagination. With each turn of the page, they can breathe life into their stories and witness their creativity blossom.

But "Creative Confections" isn't just for writers – it's also a blank canvas for budding artists to unleash their inner creativity. Whether they prefer pencils, markers, or crayons, the blank pages serve as the perfect stage for their artistic endeavors. From simple doodles to intricate illustrations, every stroke of the pen or brush is an opportunity for self-expression.

Tailored with kindergarten and nursery students in mind, "Creative Confections" is an ideal tool for nurturing creativity and imagination from a young age. It's more than just a book – it's a companion for endless adventures, both real and imaginary. And with its durable construction and generous size, it's built to withstand the enthusiastic exploration of young minds.

Searching for the ultimate birthday gift for a special child? Look no further than "Creative Confections"! Whether they're celebrating their fifth or fifteenth birthday, this book promises hours of entertainment and creative inspiration. It's a gift that fosters learning, growth, and most importantly, joy.

Don't wait any longer – embark on the adventure of "Creative Confections" today and watch as your child's creativity takes flight. With each page they fill, they'll discover new worlds, unlock hidden talents, and perhaps even find a sweet surprise waiting for them at the end of their journey.

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tsukifujimoto · 1 month

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Cranes Don't Lunge

As tancho cranes do, the togetherness of a lifetime is significant and comforting even when rough times come. It's a very beautiful concept.

Ai sat on the wooden bridge planks of the valley park. That time again, a time when people gave to their lovers, family, or friends. A time to show appreciation to the people you love. If Valentine's Day was about giving the gift of love to another, couldn’t a person gift themselves their love?

In the setting, Ai was somewhere where he felt loved most. In nature, loving nature, fixing to improve his self-image and perception of what it means to give and love on a day such as this. Only did the cranes make his thoughts deeper, as they walked through shallow water searching for nourishment.

The tears sliding down his face made him feel pathetic. He was surrounded by many people, yet did not feel an ounce of tenderness and devotion from them as he’d given to others. To deprive himself of love and give it to others, was truly a concept that made his heart break and his mind wonder.

He once did give love to a woman. It could only be his fault and because of his expectations for her to give it her all to love him. Advice was carefully given to a broken heart without self-love. Don’t throw away a thing and expect something back. She said “Fate doesn’t owe you. I don’t owe you."

Rock was thrown in the pond and hoping for the birds to disperse, Ai watched them fly away together into an eventide atmosphere. A happier man now. Throwing the rock at the couple made him realize that throwing yourself at someone doesn’t make you love them.

Because cranes don't throw themselves at first sight.

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sarkariyojnaaorg · 1 year

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#sarkariyojana #govtschemes #sarkariyojna #centralschemes #yuva2 #mentoring #youngauthor #mentoringyoung

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miledisy · 1 year

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IT ALL ENDS IN ME

Pelle candita e cadaverica, come la neve, solcata solo da radici bluastre che la tengono viva, una dolce bambola di ghiaccio, crudele e fredda.

Un ritratto perfetto di un anima sporca e stropicciata, messa in catene per troppo tempo, finché non ha dimenticato ed è sbiadita.

Una faccia vuota senza nome o ricordi, due occhi grigi anonimi e tristi, privi di qualsiasi scintilla.

Un corpo morto, tenuto in vita solo dal fastidioso battito del cuore e dal sangue che scorre violento.

Fa troppo rumore la vita: battiti, respiri, sono tutti troppo assordanti per un mondo silenzioso e spoglio.

La morte prende tante forme, è brava nei travestimenti, ma non ne ho mai visto uno così.

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ariesempie · 1 year

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Blue Destiny Official Art https://www.wattpad.com/story/327966632?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=arishkakisoon16&wp_originator=LOz%2B50o3%2BypJZIM%2Fz5ZzG99aiGAhYQqbw2CTzhudhiQTVEAU8IsUZgKvYS%2FefqmYWTJ%2FHY0imO96RCORJtwJz%2BJ09EAo8aoRKmyv85m0vimiMpIJ739V9b4odU2ST%2BYJ ☆☆☆ Please ignore the tags ☆☆☆ #book #wattpad #author #bookrecommendations #youngauthor #booklover #bookaddict #booknerd #bookcommunity #art #artoninstagram #artwork #artlover #artworld #drawings #drawingsketch #drawthisinyourstyle #drawingart #sketches #discover #growingartists #foryou #explore #digitalartist #digitalpainting #digitalillustration #digitalart #illustration #illustrator https://www.instagram.com/p/CllZmsJNS9j/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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