Living Art; A Short Horror Story

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          Long ago, there was an artist with extreme painting talent. The townspeople always told him to draw pretty things, like flowers and clouds and happy things. But he never drew any of those things. He always painted a woman. She always had long black hair, and wore a long black dress with a red bow tied on her neck. Her eyes never opened, they were always shut. The woman of his beautiful dreams. He wanted to see the woman, but she did not exist. He went to town every day, looking for the woman in his painting, but never found anything like her. He eventually turned to an old witch in the town who told him to bring a painting of the woman to her. So the artist went home and found a biggest, most beautiful picture of her, and brought it to the witch. She told him to walk out of the house while she did her magic. He walked out of the house and waited a good 30 minutes before the witch came back out and gave him the painting. He stared at it. The woman began moving, then clawing at the glass covering the painting. He hit the glass with his fist so she could come out. She crawled out of the painting, half of her real, half of her drawn. The man was so very happy and surprised! HE told her that she was the woman he had dreamed for, and asked her to open her eyes for him, because they never showed in his dreams. She opened them. It's said that the last thing the artist saw was the paintings glowing red eyes, before she strangled him, as he smiled and said to her that she was perfect. The witch let out a horrid ugly laugh, and told the painting to give her the artists soul. She crawled the rest of the way out and reached into the artists throat. She pulled her arm out, and held a jewel. A shining bright jewel, as blinding as the sun, as beautiful as a swan. A black jewel, black as the depths of hell, shined an unholy black light. The witch came over to grab it, but the painting crushed the jewel and laughed, then strangled the witch. The painting then hung itself. No one knows why the painting killed everyone and itself, but it's rumored that she did because the witch wanted her to kill the man to steal his impure soul. He dreamed off the woman killing everyone in town for him, so he could be alone and happy. Although it is not known why the painting killed herself, we all do know one thing.

Be careful what you wish for, because some dreams aren't meant to come true.

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