I drew this 👆🏼. I tried really hard on the eyes, but they're SUPER hard to draw realistically 😁 Anyways 👉🏼
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9:30
That's when the Art Museum closes. The Art Museum being Claire's favorite place other than home, she'd been there so many times that she knew how to sneak in during the time gaps the security guards had. She would stay hours after closing time, intently admiring the paintings in a blissful silence. She would wander and wander and wander. And wouldn't stop until she had examined every single stroke there was.
On this particular night, she there at 1:00 in the morning to see the art. She made a beeline towards her favorite painting; a young woman crying tears into the ocean. The thing that Claire loved the most was that the ocean blended into her dress. To her, it was the most perfect example of art appreciation she'd ever seen.
As she was observing it for like the millionth time, she saw a twitch at the top of the painting. Looking up, she noticed the face was different than what she remembered. Instead of a blissful sad face, it was a gaze full of pure hatred. She furrowed her eyebrows and stared at the painting.
She reached over and touched a single finger to the canvas. As she was tracing her finger up and down, she suddenly felt a pull. Not a large one, just a slight tugging as if the painting was trying to pull her in. Claire quickly tried to retract her finger, but the more she struggled and pulled back, the stronger the force got.
Soon she was screaming as her forearm was being devoured by the 'woman'. Slowly she was getting lost in the appreciation of art. She screamed out in desperation but no one came to help her out of this painted hell. One last scream rang out against the sterile white walls before Claire was completely lost. More like forgotten. All in the name of art.
"Mommy?"
"Yes dear what is it?"
"This one is scary"
"Which one"
"The one with the girl screaming with a shadow behind her"
"Oh don't worry dear, that's just another painted figure"
Little did they know, as soon the museum closed, tears fell from a featured painting
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Another short story by me! I based this off of myself because as you know, my name is Claire. But also I love going to the art museum and do it whenever I can. And yes, the part about figuring out how to sneak in is not made up. 😂😁
BUH-BYE!!!!
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