"Every child is an artist. the problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up"
-Pablo Picasso
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Alyas's pov
I walked down the busy street, stopping by every store that had something in the fine arts. I kept walking to see a park that it was almost abandoned but there was a guy in a blue shirt. There were also people calling him a freak, a monster, and a sociopath. I felt conflicted, I wanted to help him but.... What if he turns on me? I went against my paranoia and went over to help him "Leave him alone." I said, my ‘beautiful’ tan skin showing the tattoos I gave myself. They looked at me, gave me a glare. and left. I headed over to the man as he was standing there. I notice papers and a sketchbook on the ground. I bent down to pick them up, grabbing them all. I see the pictures, some of which are really good but.... Some of them are .... Gruesome. “I love your drawings” I said, as I look to make sure I grabbed them all, I realized I missed a drawing of a middlemist red. It looks better than the one I got on my neck. "I need to go." I hear him say. "Bye I hope I see you later," I say, "maybe we can paint together." I started heading back home..... What’s left of it..... I hope he accepts me even after what happened to.....
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the fading painting
Fanfiction~book one of something forgotten~ ~bloody painter fan fic~ Alyas Amin loved all forms of art especially music and art. What happens when she discovers the truth and those she love does to?
