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crucisis on Oct 22, 2009
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80 word story.

He splashed the surface with wild colors that only an artist can envisage. Bright hues with bold strokes of freedom. Unafraid of opinions and criticism. It was his art, his work. He wriggled the edges with powerful handiwork, distant visions in his eyes. Tongue between his teeth he halted to decide what color to use next.

The mom gasped as she walked in to see a crayons scattered around and her 3 year old scribbling on the mahagony centre table

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  • Karan on Oct 22, 2009

    That’s a good one I know that age of being an artist

  • Tracey Parece on Oct 23, 2009

    I told you I’d be back for more! I love your stories because they get to the point so quickly since they are so short, plus they are fun to read. Like potato chips, I can’t stop at just one of them. I have been spending more time lately reading and supporting other Triond users, and I am enjoying it immensely. Have a great day.

  • crucisis on Oct 23, 2009

    Thanks Tracey. Feedback and suggestions are welcome anytime. Cheers

  • Sharif Ishnin on Oct 24, 2009

    Very nice twist at the end.

  • crucisis on Oct 25, 2009

    Thanks, Sharif

  • Ashu on Oct 26, 2009

    60-word response

    Art at its core remain innocent. Our plagued mind grasps and our malignant mouth whips out associations that are slammed on the reading eye, and the very concept of duality makes us interpret it differently. Make the mom the wife and a 0 to the kid’s age, and the same pattern gives unusual significance. Oh to words and its wizards!

  • crucisis on Oct 26, 2009

    thanks for the feedback. Yes it gives it a completely different overtone in the scenario you mentioned.

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