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Welcome to the group! If you're between the ages of 13-18 or if you feel like a teenager at heart then we want YOU! To be apart of the family, just click the Join button!
Our group supports all types of art, from literature to photography, traditional to pixels. We love it all!
We accept all submissions to our folders, with the exception of our Featured folder. We're very picky with those selections and we regularly maintain it.
Check out our featured folder to see what kind of standards we accept. teenartists.deviantart.com/gal…
Don't be discouraged in any way if we don't accept your work into that folder, simply resubmit it into the folder that corresponds to the type of art.
Hear what some of our members have to say:
"TeenArtists, It's not just about expressing yourself, It's showing who you are..." submitted by Saddened-Lines
"TeenArtists express yourself through art, not therapy" submitted by Reality-Or-Dream
''Teen Artists scare the living s**t out me'' submitted by Silhouettemonster
"Teen Artists--young, dangerous, beautiful."
submitted by robins-egg-crayon
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We'll like all the help we can get, so if you're interested, you can apply for a position of contributor! We're looking for friendly, creative and active contributors, so don't be shy.
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Draw, paint, write, sculpt, create and don't forget to submit !
HabitSince the fourth grade, I grew up with this habit. I was really bored one day, and I had a haircut, so I decided to play with the ends of my hair. Of course, this habit stuck and it escalated into curling and chewing whenever I was really bored or just nervous. A lot of people made fun of me for this habit, and asked: "Why are you playing with your hair? That's weird. Stop that!" First of all, I know this is weird and I do want to stop, but if you think I'm just going to remember what you said and automatically stop doing it within a few minutes, then you must be really PERFECT because you clearly don't have a habit of your own. Or maybe you do and you think that your habit is "better" or "healthier" to have than mine. Every one has a habit or a quirk that they find very difficult to get rid of. So, if you tell me one more time to just stop playing with my hair, I'm going to ask you that you put down your I-phone, stop lighting your damn cigarette, stop daydreaming, stop chewing your pHabit by ~goddessofownage
ForgetfulSometimes, the woven mess that is my brainForgetful by =blooperman12
Decides to go on vacation,
And I can’t seem to remember who I am.
Because sometimes we lose ourselves
When we’re finding ourselves,
It happens more out of necessity than coincidence.
So when I’m forgetting what I was
And remembering who I’ll become,
I’ll remember that forgetfulness isn’t all bad.
RememberI don’t know how long I’ve been staying here. I don’t know what time it is and I don’t even know where I am. But what I know is that I have done something horrible. Something I can’t forgive myself. I am guilty. But I can’t tell anyone why.Remember by ~onirique7
I can remember: Her.
Her beautiful, curly hair. Her eyes, blue. Her lips, so soft. Her hands, her body.
That’s all I know. That’s not even half of what I once knew. I can’t remember. I can’t remember. I can’t. I want to.
I can’t. I accept it. For now.
I go further into the woods. Darkness is surrounding me. Light is disappearing. I go further.
Trees are surrounding me. More and more. I don’t know how many. They are all the same, I don’t see a difference. Grey. I break down.
I remember: Her.
Her beautiful curly hair. One day I found her crying on the bathroom floor. Scissors in her shaking hands. She had cut it all off.
I stand up. I’m shaking. Fragments o
Story idea I'm dying. That is how most stories start in the state of mind that the world is ending. Or some sob story trying to drag the readers for attention. But this is nothing of the sort. I'm dying, and it's probably the best thing that could happen in this world. The ones who died, were the lucky ones, and the ones who were living, were the outcasts.Story idea by *VampireSei
You see I live in a town called Ruam, a small town on an island that was created by man thousands of years ago. It's been a long time since any of the countries existed, simply small colonies of people gather together, and many of them are dead. The Living are enslaved, and used for labor, pleasure, or otherwise the dirty work of the world. The call the dead, Royals. A virus started to infect people after the fall of the last country, it wasn't like a vampire, werewolf, or undead zombie. These people took over, because of their supernatural inherited abilities. Once infected, you would die and become one of them, and that i
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