Purple and blue paint seeped onto the blank canvas as the blonde artist let out a groan of frustration. The up and coming artist had hit a blank, the canvas silently taunting him at every turn. Instead his poetic piece of work there was nothing but splotchy patches of what looked like bruises. It was fitting, considering the blonde was angry with the canvas and his work.
He could hear the television set from the other room blaring with cartoons for his younger siblings. The kitchen was loud with noises of pots and pans as his parents cooked what he assumed would be lunch. He heard every little noise in the house yet he couldn't hear his canvas or his paint whisper that urge of inspiration like they normally did. It was disappointing, causing the blonde's blood to slightly swirl with anger, he had to make his next up and coming piece perfect.
Tomorrow was the first day of high school as a Senior and according to his art teacher if Sam Golbach continued on his path on improving his art he could get a chance on getting a scholarship to some top notch art school. It was Sam's dream to be an artist, to make work that moved people, that told a story.
Instead of beauty and grace painted on his canvas there was nothing but black and purple swirls, painting Sam's face with frustration, art block was never fun.
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Paint *Solby*
FanfictionA broken boy who pictures himself as a canvas A struggling artist who has lost inspiration Trigger Warning, intense scenes with description of abuse and violence. Read at your own risk.
