Artistry

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500 meters.
I look down the street to see a car a good distance down the street, so I decide to cross.
400 meters.
I come to the center of the street when suddenly I fall.
300 meters.
I look down to see my foot stuck in a broken sewer grate.
200 meters.
I look at my foot and then to the car, it seems to be getting faster.
100 meters.
I try yanking my foot out of the hole but the metal just dug into my ankle.
50 meters.
I start panicking and screaming as I see my murderer flying down the road at 100 miles per hour.
O meters.
Then suddenly the road becomes a canvas and I the paint, the car the paintbrush. My blood various shades of red. My bones shimmering white. My eyes dazzling hues of green. My body turned into a work of art.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 27, 2016 ⏰

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