bm VShe ended up on a lonely parking bench with a view of the beach. It was beautiful. She started thinking about what happened last night. Who was the figure? Why was he chasing me? And if he was even real, or if he was a figment of my imagination. She then realized that killing that figure, released some stress out of her life.
Little Lylac, the girl with the long brown beautiful hair, and the sparkling green eyes, and the smooth pale skin, was a psychopath.
So little Lylac started painting. She painted things that made her sad. That mad her mad. She painted things like melting broken hearts, warped trees, and more. This painting habit slowly made her crazier and crazier.
The next day, a man walks by. He offers food, and money. So I pull out my knife. And protect myself. "Woah! I only wish you with a good future! Just take this money!" He says. As I stab him.
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Crazy on a Canvas
General FictionA young women slowly goes crazy and lets out all of her emotions on a paintbrush and a canvas.
