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• Art For Art's Sake   The Sound Of Your Heartbeat

  Dorian hadn't slept in a couple of days. Not properly anyway. He'd managed to snag a few hours at the hospital, napping on the plastic chairs in the waiting room, but it was shallow and disturbed. His eyes stung and brain ached. All he wanted to do was curl up in bed and forget the world. Forget the people who screw you over after pretending to care. He wanted to shut it all out.But he couldn't miss any more school; one day off was enough. So, on Tues

• Art For Art's Sake   Bruised Heart

  When Corey awoke on Monday morning, he felt a weightless sensation of tingles spreading warmly throughout his body.He felt different. As if the chemicals within his body were just slightly altered, slightly shifted, slightlyoff.But only slightly. Because that's what an intense infatuation did to someone.

• Art For Art's Sake   Smile

  The two boys with stars in their eyes and scars on their hearts soon found themselves stood in a dingy ice cream parlour, its best years definitely far behind it.It was empty save the ageing man behind the counter, an apron typed sloppily around his waist. The floor was tiled black and white and the plastic bar stools popped a bright red. They picked their flavours and slipped into a booth in the far corner, concealed from the protruding eyes of the o

• Art For Art's Sake   Arcading

  Corey's blinds were pulled shut, a stream of light filtering in through the thin gap between the window frame and the curtain. Sunlight trickled into his darkened room, and he groaned internally.He was already late, he knew that. It was almost half one and he hadn't even left his bed yet. The thought of getting up and entering the outside world wasn't appealing. He wished he could stay there forever, just like this, curled up in his navy bedsheets, hi

• Art For Art's Sake   An Artist's Proof

  Ty had been psyching himself out all morning. A thousand possible outcomes and a thousand possible reasons.There was no way to predict the result of what he was about to do, so instead of fretting about it any further, he took a deep breath and crossed the corridor, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. She was rummaging around in her locker, searching for a book or a folder or a reason not to turn around. "Hey." Ty greeted confidently. At least, he h

• Art For Art's Sake   Stutter

  Corey could feel the other boy's presence beside him, and it was strangely unnerving. Dorian's breath, his chest rising and falling, his pen tapping against the table distractedly, his eyes scanning the classroom in boredom.He wasn't a shadow or a fictitious entity. He was a person, his head full of thoughts, just like Corey's. Nothing was different about them, other than the fact that Dorian Price was Dorian Price. But that was a big difference.