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Art [Ärt] 1. Human effort to imitate, supplement, alter, or counteract the work of nature. 2. The conscious production or arrangement of sounds, colors, forms, movements,    or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty. 3. Expression of the imagination, emotion and what is yourself. - Crayons. A small world filled with a multitude of colors, spread all across the room. Colors of the rainbow and even beyond, covering the young Griffin boy's floor. Eager infantile fingers grasping the wax crayons with simple delight, as more colors were added with blury, messy lines to the just-a-moment-ago empty p

Purple had finally had it. He was sick and tired of being expected to be the smart one. He knew that Red was just as smart as him, just a little shier in his own odd way. He sighed. Whether the other tallest knew it or not, he loved Red. But now none of that would matter. Currently he sat in his chambers, heavy armor sitting forgotten in the corner. He sat on his bed and quietly sobbed. He held a dagger poised over his wrist and slowly ran it over his green skin, cutting  a single word into his flesh. He let all his stress, sadness, anger , and love flow out with his violet blood. There was a knock at his door and a concerned voice, “

- E. Cullen x J. Black - Another day had gone by without seeing Bella, for both the young wolf and vampire, it was kind of odd, that she hadn't stopped by, and it was even more peculiar that Bella had sent a letter to the young wolf saying that they should meet up in the leech's house. As Jacob read this he growled at the mention of  his  name. He hated, no detested the very existence of the leech. He knew if he went, it meant that he was giving into the leech's attempt to claim him. The young wolf paced the floor, thinking over and over again what he should do.  What if Bella is in trouble? Or what if she has finally chosen me? No! I