Genre:Young Adult, Magical Realism
Word Count: 66,000
Libby’s art comes
to life, literally. Her painted skies
turn from day to night and sometimes her mystery boy will appear. She’s determined to discover who he is, even
if it means becoming trapped forever.
He vanished.
Again.
So did the rush of him appearing in my finished
painting. My joy squelched by the
expression on his face. Usually he had a
smile–a sad sort of smile, but still a smile.
Today, he just looked sad.
As I paced my studio floor, the painting took on a life
of its own, turning from a bright sunny day to a star-filled night. The scene on the canvas wasn’t anything
spectacular. Just a field, with a few
sparse oak trees casting shadows along the acorn-littered ground, the grass
more brown than green.
But the shadows were gone now, faded with the sun…and my
mystery boy.
I stopped pacing and stared at the image. Then reached out to touch the spot where he’d
stood. Maybe if I could feel him? Maybe if I knew where he went when he
disappeared?
Then I won’t feel as hollow as I do now.
Hmm... The Mask wonders,'If I painted a picture of this entry being hit with five paintballs, would it actually happen?"
ReplyDelete*paintpaintpaint*
*Waits*
Hmm... maybe I'm just not a good enough artist. Oh well.
*FIRES*
There's my 5 body shots. :)
So, um, when can I read this? Because it sounds awesome!
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