It was never time to think of such memories of the years long ago, the ones that caused such controversy at the time.

The Girl with a Pearl Earring's youngest daughter, Maria Van de Graaf meets a man from Papists Corner called Ignatius Vermeer, the son of a painter. He's charming and keen. Maria would be, if she wasn't a good Protestant girl and he a frivolous Catholic. But the trouble with their relationship runs deeper than just religion. Maria's parents don't seem too happy either.

Time has ed now. What really happened inside Vermeer's heart? Art and romance mix and bring up some conclusions

A continuation from page 183- "You're right, Griet. I'm sorry. And your face, now that I can see more of it, it is-" Vermeer regards his conflicting desire, need to please van Ruijven, and commitment to his family as he paints Griet.

A retelling of the movieverse piercing scene: the moment that would change Griet's life forever.

A poetic portrayal of the movieverse piercing scene.

This is a short imaginative response written from the perspective of the painter Johannes Vermeer in response to the line "Griet, you are not looking at me." from page 190 of Tracy Chevalier's novel, Girl With a Pearl Earring". Rating just to be safe.

Cornelia hates Griet for what she did to her family, everything that she had that Cornelia wanted.

"I've waited long enough for that dreaded fool. Don't fight." said Van Ruijven as he started to rip her dark green blouse.

Each brush stroke a blessing, each glance a gem in the cold of an artists' paradise. The unspoken thoughts that filled moments of two souls living in a world of color. Series of snippets.

une fille gênée et sans amie reçoit un mystérieux coup de fil d'une compagnie de chanteuses,chanteurs et l'invite à er une entrevue. Va t-elle devenir une superstar, ou va t-elle rester une fille ordinaire. c'est ce que vous allez découvrir...

Girl With A Pearl Earring fic. Griet's realization of her feelings for Vermeer, and a fateful night where the two both happen upon the attic. I'm unsure about the rating, somewhere between T and M, so for more mature readers.

After the catastrophe, After the meltdown of attachment and inspiration, After the unveiling of secrecy and deceit. . .

Vermeer just can't help himself. Not sure about the rating, if you're squeamish, don't read.

Griet,” he breathed. It seemed to me that he wished I not to be their either. I prayed to my God that he would stop this before it got any further. I prayed to his God as well. “Griet,” he ordered again, this time more forcefully.