The Demiurgic Painter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
About a painter who could give life to his masterpiece in expense of another...

Submitted: September 17, 2007

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The brush lay between my finger tips. I drowned the bristles into the shallow puddle of red thick paint that covered the ceramic tile. I lifted it straight up, across my face, and stared at the brush, as the red drops crash into the surface of my hand.

I looked pass the brush and stared at the white canvas. The canvas was silent, for it had no life. A master of the brush could give it life and even a voice that can only be heard by the artist. My hand glided through the space between the canvas and me and the tip of my brush tickled the canvas. I paused for a while as I smirked. I slowly moved the brush to the left. I could here the canvas release soft moans of pain and agony. I paused again and closed eyes, this time I dragged the brush even faster and with more intensity. The Canvas gave loud moans followed by a loud scream that faded as I paused once more.

I opened my eyes and took a refreshing deep breath. I continued to paint my masterpiece, only using the thick red paint spilt on the floor.  Few minutes later, I have finished my masterpiece. It was a portrait of a girl smiling. She was around the age of 18, blonde hair and beautiful eyes.

I turned my head and looked behind me, and their she was sitting on the floor, with her back against the wall, and her beautiful green eyes wide open, but lifeless. Her right hand was nailed onto the wall. The wound poured out a stream of blood that lead to the paint that was used to give life to something that was once lifeless.

I turned my face towards the canvas and grabbed it. I stood up and walked to my bedroom. I hung the painting on the wall and said “From now on we’re friends and we are no longer strangers”. I walked towards my bed and closed my eyes, than I heard a voice of the girl say “Goodnight…friend”. I smiled and replied “Goodnight”

 


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