I sat on a bench in my favorite park, painting Greek gods, and readinh books about them, every one of them has the same information. "Interesting how the world's view of gods has changed." I turn to look at the person who is speaking to me. She has blond long hair that curls at the ends in an almost supernaturally beautiful way, her brown eyes like the darkest wood are looking at me, she clearly wants to continue the conversation that she started started. "How so?" I ask almost expecting her to leave. Without answering my question she continues "Do you paint god's because you believe in them or because you think that that is simple?" She sits beside me still looking at me "what is your muse?" She asks and gets up. I look after her as she walks away thinking should I go after her, but I don't. I try to continue my work, but I cannot get this girl out of my mind. I choose to go home, as I'm walking I think of giving her a name since I didn't ask for it. Amelia, that should be her name I think.
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The Invisible Art Student
Historical FictionA young woman named Parisa has finally made it to the university of her dreams to study art history. but in the middle of the school year, a great tragedy occurs when one of the students is murdered.
