c00lcarrot

Probably going to switch writing platforms and start writing on archive of our own, it'll be the same username if you want to find me

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Green smoke, was that natural? He seemed to choke as he inhaled the substance; the man gripping his throat out of agony. The background was brown, yet it seemed to scream a voidness of life. Framed in a brown frame to match the painting, a gold plate was engraved at the bottom. "Beauty of death," it read. There didn't seem to be much beauty in this death, however. Shaking her head, she seemed to change that. Slowly but surely she reached her hand into the painting, taking on his fate to change the masterpiece. She went through his experience. Her eyes burned from the lime smoke. Like the man she clenched her throat. Strangulation would be better then this, this suffocation. When it was over she pulled herself up from her hunched position, weary and in pain. But the man looked happier now, not choked by the smoke but playing with it. Was this a good thing? Hopefully now the painting would sing a happier tune.
          (Just a quick writing sample for those who think I can't write lmao)

c00lcarrot

I dedicate this short story to @celesticforce
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It's definitely very rushed, I did it in about three minutes, but it's evidence that I'm not complete trash.
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