The dark tinted room illuminated only by the moonlight. Moonlight glistening the dust over the canvases like the spotlight over the ballerina's tiara. Surrounding the canvas are the paints, the brushes, the empty stool embraced by the blankets made from dust. The walls, the ground are now the bats, they come into lights only through the moonlight. No vision witnessed when the blankets turned into the skin.
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THE LEFTOVER SPELL
FantasyBrief description of my short stories... Story 1) The Leftover Spell- A girl gets a wand which brings leftover things, she uses it for everything but not everything is leftover. She learns the value of hard work, knowledge, will, determination and s...
