Smooth, white canvas. Fingers gently wander over the silk-like surface. Wondering just what colors and shapes should fill the empty space. What is the meaning behind the paint? A water cup sits to the painter's right side. The brushes of various sizes wait to be used in their holder. Paints of every possible color surround the floor like an army waiting to attack. Stained headphones plug her ears as she lets the music surround her entire presence. The striping brush is picked up and dipped into a dark gray of a storm cloud. An outline of a door, ruining the the white in hopes of something new. A slightly larger brush goes into a metal color. The acrylic picking up with the object and curling back on itself only to settle back into its puddle moments later. An intense stare as the focus becomes surreal. All passion and love flowing out of her heart through the brush and to the canvas. The splash of water as the paint is washed away for a new color to take its place. Those clouded water droplets scattered about. Time flys. Bricks and roses and ivy make their way to meet the door. Everything fits in perfect harmony on that canvas. Colors creating melody. Shapes crashing together like they are brass. Light strokes and depth making up the woodwinds. All comes together to form a beautiful picture. A secret door perhaps?
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Random Writes
RandomThis is just a book where short stories I end up writing will be posted. There's no update schedule. Whenever I write them is whenever they get posted. Hope you love them. And some of them or reaction stories to pictures and I will put the picture i...
