Aesthetic short stories

Blue world

A messy room full of splattered speckled paint, and jars of paint brushes. A tray of paint mixed all over, there stood a boy. An easel set up with a canvas full of soft strokes of blue. He was stuck in his head, letting all noise drain away while he created his own world. Light hues of turquoise dotted around. His world was blue, from the sky to the over grown field of flowers. All different colors and shades. As he swirled the brush into the jar of water, he examined the paint world before him.

"I like." He whispers, and his dirty face forms a toothy grin.

And with that, he left the brush in the water and took the canvas off the easel.  Still wet, he carried it to his closet.

Setting it down for a moment, he opened the door and stepped in.

Swiping the clothes aside hanging, behind them was a wall of art.

Taped drawings, loose papers laying around with writing or sketches, and his prized portraits.

He hung it up on a hook, and it slowly morphed with the others.

Together, all the paintings morphed into one, creating a new world.

A world of blue.

The boy smiled, and hopped into it.

"Good bye this world, I'll miss you. But time to go to my new one. Where all is safe, because i made it that way."

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Idk. It's kinda dumb tbh-

-hiL