ElaRamya

The girl held tightly on to her mother's hand. She couldn't remember how long she had been holding it. Certainly since her mother had gotten that strange look on her face. Before her mother had hung up the phone, but after she had answered it. The girl was growing worried now, as only a small child can, but still her mother didn't move, even to shake off her daughter's hand. She hadn't touched her this long in months. Their exchanges were now primarily brief brushes as the girl ate breakfast, seeing as how her mother hadn't willingly spent time with her at any other time since the girl learned how to dress herself. The girl thought this now,

A young woman named Alison loved making art, and practiced Sketching all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical Wings, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic New York, and a portrait of Charlie Rowe that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Computer for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Sketching to create the