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| SeraphimRhapsody (profile) wrote, on 5-8-2004 at 3:27pm | |
| Current mood: anxious Subject: paintings of the memories. paintings of the dreams. |
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| ~*POKE* Want to know thoughts on last post's story!~ This is the story I wrote a while ago that I meant to update with. Written 4/25 actually. As always: comments, criticisms, questions, analysis, ANYTHING!!! It helps me. Really does. So comment with SOMETHING!! It's just a page and a quarter.. so GET READING! They held the parchments up to the light again. “And you say she sketched these this morning?” ”Yes, the moment she woke up... Which was around four this morning.” “Four? Why was she up that early?” “She wouldn’t say, but we suspect something in her dreams kept her up.” The two men were contemplative for a moment before the senior moved to file the parchments away. Arianna Richkov sat on top of her bed holding a teddy bear, which she had just dressed it in a red knitted coat and matching hat. She could feel the three pairs of eyes on her but did not turn to them. “Arianna, why don’t you go out and play with the other children for a while?” The voice was soft and feminine, reassuring and soothing. “I want to go paint.” “Alright, we’ll set up your easel and you can join the art class going on now.’ "I want to paint by myself.” "No one will bother you, but it’s good to be with others.” A young woman knocked on the doorframe and entered the child’s room. Taking Arianna’s hand, the woman led her out, the bear falling from Arianna’s grasp to the floor. Left in a large loud room full of children, Arianna allowed the art supervisor to set up the easel. “Which paint set would you like today, Arianna?” “Three.” A set of dark colors was set beside her: blacks, grays, browns. The only colors were a near-black green, a dark but royal blue, and a deep crimson. Arianna didn’t look at the paints as she took the brush the supervisor placed in her hand and dipped it in the black paint. Strong lines of shadow-black began to take slow form as the supervisor left thee girl in silence. The child worked without a word, moving away from her piece only to get a new canvas stockpiled behind her. The room cleared out- the children moving on to other activities, the adults taking a break, but the little girl seemed not to have noticed. Once in a while someone would stop by to check on her, but other than that she was left by herself. The light dimmed, the sun having set and concluded the day. The art supervisor slowed as she entered, not seeing anyone behind the easel. Nearing, she stopped suddenly. Arianna sat on the ground below the easel, arms clutching legs that were drawn up to her chest, rocking, as she stared straight ahead. She was surrounded by pieces of art. They were placed all around the child, staring back at her: splatters of paint of abstract emotions, figures hiding as shadows, a few of horrific creatures- nightmarish beings that were haunting even from the painted view. The woman took in this scene, then looked up to the last work still drying on the easel. It shimmered, having a more metallic look to it’s coating that the other works. “I ran out of crimson.” The supervisor’s gaze shot to the huddled girl in horror. The two men turned from their view of the girl’s silent room. “She’s asleep now... for however long that’ll last.” All of her recent artworks were spread out before them on a table, the last one created in the center. “What are we going to do with her?” “Get her to face her nightmarish creatures.” “How can we do that?” “By showing them to her..” “But.. Sir.. She’s blind.” I don't know if that twist at the end came out right... I don't think it's strong enough in the wording. Write me something!!!! ~*~ |
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DragonSpeaker | O.O, 05-08-04 6:15pm Whoa.
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DragonSpeaker | 05-10-04 5:45pm You totally rock my socks. |
SeraphimRhapsody | Re:, 05-10-04 9:54pm AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DragonSpeaker | Re: Re:, 05-10-04 11:39pm ... SHOPPING SPREE! XD |