Continued from The Eye of the Beholder Smiling at her, he asked, “Can I call you my art?” “Yes!” “I love my art more than you,” he said. Hugging her tight, he looked at the ...
Continued from the Art attack “Don’t you know I hate tears?” he said. “Tears of joy!” she said, “Am I really this pretty? Be Honest.” “Yes!” “Naah, I’m ugly.” she riposted. “You’re a princess!” “Don’t ...
“Mr. Self Proclaimed Artist, show some love , please,” she begged. “I’m busy,” he replied. “Always busy,” she said with a sad face. “Sketch me!” “Fine, Challenge Accepted.” He started scribbling on his canvas. Few Hours later. “See ...