Artist Wanted
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Last published Mon, Jul 23, 2018
"You asked for an artist and this is what you got..."
"I asked for an artist and got an eccentric..."
April Carter is an artist. An artist, in a new school, where she knows no one. Oh and did I mention she has rainbow dyed hair? With April you never know what's gonna happen next. When she joins a theatre play it might just be the death of her, or it might be the people she needed to meet. You'll see.
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Her voice meandered through his ears as she sang. It was like a prayer, like the choir of hundreds of angels singing to a god he only knew when he was with her. His head rested in her lap, her soothing hands tracing tiny rivulets in the white locks of his hair, lulling him to sleep. Cherry blossoms fell around them, recalling the first day he saw her back in school, and when she smiled at him, he could swear he was floating. *** She smiles at the memory, amber eyes flooding with the ghost of her printed evocation of a white haired man kissing her cheek. A photo. A picture. A fucking portrait she wishes it won't fade under the cruel weight of time. That's all he left her.
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