Stories tagged “stark”

  • The White Chair

    The place they hauled me off to was more of an asylum than a prison. I had to share a room with another ‘artist’, but we had a curtain to draw between us. Every day the workers would bring us meals and once a day we would be summoned one at...

  • Painting in Red

    The torture went on and on, day after agonizing day. I thought I would go crazy. I thought I would break. I thought…I thought I thought I thought… Then one day I had it. The key to my final, greatest victory. A penny. It must have fallen from a gua...

  • Rust Red

    The bicycle lay on its side, rust showing through red. It had seen rough usage in its lifetime, but nothing like this. From the mud caked on the fender to the tires bare of any tread in the middle, none of it spoke the real story. Laying on its side, t...