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your body was a canvas and your father's fist was the paintbrush. 

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Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

Sequel to Wet Paint Dear Jacky, Why would you do it? You left us without a clue. You refused to believe there was more to your life. You let your demons win. Why?

the perfect murder | completed by Bosedisha

inspired by real and imagined events ;)

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This is my first story, Regardless I hope you enjoy because it took a lot of effort, i'll give you a lil sneak peak.. Trigger warnings - abuse, drugs, sexual harassment, suic!d3 Life is a vicious cycle constantly throwing shit my way. Fuck my life. I thought as I brushed the broken glass into the dust pan and brush. The glass reminded me of my home, broken and in fixable, representing the pieces of our hearts after my mother died. suicide they said. Which is a load of bullshit because she didn't put that knife to her throat.

Couldn't keep away... ( INANIMATE INSANITY // LIGHTBRUSH Fanfiction ) by twdrcg

Paintbrush is eliminated off Inanimate Insanity... But will that stop Lightbulb from being with Painty? Probably not.. read to find out what happens between them... this story also includes storylines between other characters of inanimate insanity! ( warning: interesting/ surprising twists, lemons, fluff and smut included ) *DIRTY* (updating regularly) disclaimer: for those of you who don't know, Paintbrush is non-binary, which is neither male or female, so Paintbrush will be referred to as "They" I know some people see Paintbrush as in having masculine features but their gender is unknown at the moment, so it will stay "They" Paintbrush's pronouns: They, Them, Their, They're (The story cover was not made by me. Please private message me if you know the Artist it belongs to so I can credit them.)

A daily journal full of poems of love, of joy and grief Pen enslaves the hand and paints the vast land of the canvas we call Speech

Finger Paintings (REBOOT) by FentonGizmo

After MePhone4 mysteriously dissapeared, the remaining contestants were sent back to Hotel OJ. People picked up new interests, Fan became a famous internet blogger, Suitcase and Balloon became detectives, Test Tube continued her science experiments, ect ect... But what about Paintbrush? That *is* who this story is about, is it not? Yes yes, of course. How would we forget our beloved Paintbrush, famous across all of the seasons of II. What happened to them? Well, they started an art class, every wednesday they would help their students get better at painting. But soon enough, they found a new interest. Finger Painting. They loved how much control they had, they loved how easy it was to glide their finger against the canvas. One day, they accidentally spilt some blood onto their canvas. They tried to rub it away, but.. It felt good. Even better than paint. They loved the feeling of the blood against the canvas, rubbing into it and creating an amazing picture. How could they not like it? But they couldn't use it again, they could use a substitute. And so they would. ~~~~~ ah yes, im better at writing now how did that happen? since im better at writing i thought, why not rewrite my most popular book? its not like its ahha its not like ive got 3 other things to do so yeah finger paintings reboot was born also the death orders might be a little different i will not be making a reboot of revival (unless its highly requested). The ending to this is going to be very different, and will not need a second story. Thank you :) ~~~~~ THIS IS A REBOOT OF THE FINGER PAINTINGS STORY ON MY ACCOUNT, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING IMAGERY BLOOD SCREAMING DEATH POISONING SUICIDAL THOUGHTS VOMITING SELF HARM ALCOHOL USAGE SEX JOKES (like a lot of them) ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS MANIPULATION AND MUCH MORE. IF THESE TOPICS BOTHER YOU IN ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ. THANK YOU. ~~~~~ CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO ANIMATIONEPIC ON YOUTUBE.

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Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

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