I stared at the canvas in front of me, my hand itching to grab a brush. A picture was forming in my head. I could see it clearly. Adrenaline rushed through me as my heartbeat accelerated. This would be beautiful. Extraordinary. Just like me. I smiled. I couldn't wait to get started.
I picked up the brush and dipped it in paint.
A black splash appeared on the canvas as I dabbed the color onto it. My hands were running on the canvas , painting here and there. I hummed as splotches of black appeared on the canvas.
Within moments, a picture was forming, taking its roots on the white board.
An outline of a shop came into being. Its front door stood ajar, hanging on its hinges. A shape of a man walked away from it, his back facing the shop. A young man, to be precise. I drew a fringe on his forehead that reached his eyes, eyes that shone in the dark. I added a twinkle in them and smiled at those beautiful, mischievous eyes.
Next, the night sky appeared with stars and a moon. A moon. There's always a moon, shining its light in the dark. In its eerie glow, the chaos around the shop could be seen. A brand new purse with its tag facing upward was lying on the ground. I stared at the palette, my brows frowning in confusion. I dipped my brush in green then shook my head. No. This wasn't right. I bit my lower lip. Purple. Pale purple, that's it. That'll be the color of the purse. I hummed slowly as I began adding in details. The painting was almost done. My handiwork, my creation, it was about to take shape. My lips formed into a smile as my hands painted away.
The painting, it'd be perfect. Just like tomorrow would be.
How very wrong I was.
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The sketch
General FictionDo you want everything that you draw to come to life? Do you want that power? That's what Inaya has been given, But there's a catch, whatever she 'll draw will be terrible, and turn out to be far worse than she wanted it to be.
