Stories tagged “artist”
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Vince's Big Break
The only difference between Vince and the rest of the people auditioning for the lead singer of Black Shark was that Vince was a nine-year-old boy. The lights were hot and bright on the wooden stage, as the curtains behind him fluttered for a few secon...
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Recruitment
It was so beautiful! Perfectly white and begging for an image. I couldn’t resist. I lugged my brushes, paints, and mixing trays down to the underpass. The moon was full and luminescent. I studied it, tilting my head, looking from all angles as an...
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Artistic boredom
The lights in the office seemed even more artificial due to the dullness outside. Clouds hung heavily over the roofs of the buildings pushing a blanket of lethargy down onto my chest. My eyes watered with half stifled yawns and my head and lungs were f...
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Four loves one life
Husband.“Elder of the tribe” Management. "wears the pants and does what I say. “Panders to my indefatigueable imagination (so I leave him alone.) Handsome. steadfast.Quality of an” Orchid". Son . Engineer. G.P.S. post ...
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All Around Me
Yet I ignored her and paid more attention to the walls, “You’re an artist?” I asked as I looked at a sketch of a bee, so perfect it could’ve flown off the page and stung me. “Yeah, I’m kind of an art major, but I tak...
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Like a light switch
I gingerly touch the small skin-tone button at the base of the skull. They said to wait four days for the circuitry to fully implant itself into my nervous system. What do they know? They’re only trained professionals. I can’t afford to wai...
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The Band With The Manager
(A freewrite from London a few months back, backstage somewhere) The band with the manager waited. Bands With Managers is like watching TV; it’s not inherently bad. Plenty of great bands have managers, and mangers too. And some TV is good. But ei...
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The Black Scorpion Rides Again
Red Anderson unlocked the door at 6 PM on the dot. In the parking lot as a cluster of last minute smokers puffed away, Red mentally counted the line – 74, including a family still inside a black SUV. “Looks like a good crowd,” Red tho...
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Country Singer
Jenny was a beautiful blond who grew up in Knoxville, Tennessee. Since she was a small child she dreamed of being a singer, but not just any singer, a Country Singer. On her 20th birthday she set out to make her way into the music industry. Jenny pack...
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Wanderer
He paces the floor, slowly searching the house. He’s been here before – in circumstances beyond his control, with strangers he may not see again. But he keeps coming back, hoping next time will be different: better. His mind wanders. He ima...
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The Voice
He shivered in his studio as he approached the newest blank canvas, his past attempts were strewn around his studio torn to bits, or shredded by knives, nothing had come to him yet. And with each failure, with each new attempt the voice became more ins...
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The Forger and the Shotgun
No one really considers the skill it takes to properly forge a piece of art you know. No all they can say is how terrible what I do is, and what a shame it is that I put my talent to waste. I think thats hardly fair after all, I am not wasting anything...
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The Strange Obituary of Mr. Renald Sevier
Renald Sevier (196?-2007) passed away on February 22 during his fifth gender reassignment surgery. Sevier, a self-defined “criminal sculptor” was best known for his monumental and controversial sculpture “Death’s Table”. The work’s conceale...
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Beat it
It’s been a week later from getting my new job and Charlotte telling me her whole story. I was in the back, carrying kegs from the delivery truck into the freezer when I heard the bell attached to the front door ring, “Frank, you better gi...
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Desk #9: Juan de Silva
Juan de Silva sat in the back of the classroom, mercifully forgotten. After the label of the foreigner had lost its luster in the eyes of his less tactful peers, Juan found solace in sinking into the woodwork. It was nice there; the echoes of “Jo...
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Out Late
I sighed and turned around. I was being followed. And the person didn’t even try to hide it! I was tired of it. “So when do you plan to stop following me?” I asked aloud. A little boy stood up from behind some trash cans. He looked do...
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Sleeping Painter
She stirs Under covers When dreams occur, Within streams of color, Where swimming silhouettes Trail wet pallet pleasure Over her pale picture.
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Solo
The long room was entirely devoid of colour, yet the space was filled with sounds. The quiet, intermittent tock of a blind rattling in its rails with the ebb and flow of the sea breeze, which also brought the raucous sounds of gulls and the occasional ...
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Anticipation of Bad News
It had seemed a wonderful day to be an art student in London. The rain that had drenched them while stumbling home from a club the night before had blown away shortly before the sun had risen. Through clearing cloud, dawn speared pink, orange and yello...
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Protecting the Protected from the Protector
The Presa Canario is a large 160lb dog with a thick deep chest and larger than normal head. The head is monolithic, girder like, with a bite force of 600lbs. The jowels are thick and hang down like a large pair of rabid bats and the interior lips are d...