Nothing
That’s what was on the canvas, a blank and desolate state, pure emptiness covered its figure.
The many pencils lay still as a breeze traversed through the window and around the room, capturing a purple toxin in its momentum, stirring it up and about before it soon wilted into nothingness
The sound of lead scratching against a piece of paper was present throughout the ordeal, It danced across the form making lines as it lurched.
straight and squiggly, narrow and stout, grey and jet. Many art forms were used to construct this masterpiece, one that could be preserved in a museum and marvelled at by artists for aeons.
This masterpiece…
Were an anthropomorphic femur bone with a passion for art and a fit for adventure coursing within its calcium
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'omgah bramble are you making a different story instead of updating clouded memories?'
of course i am, i came up with this idea at like 3 in the morning and i couldn't let it go to waste but don't worry i am almost done with the first chapter of clouded memories so it might come out soon
YOU ARE READING
this friendship could have been a masterpiece
Fanfictioni love mixing my two hyperfixations together ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ friends thats just what they wanted from the begining of their existience a small pencil could fix this problem, draw yourself a friend, it's as easy as that but trying...
