I am art
The hammer hits the stone
Shaping me into a statue that society will love
But my stoney surface begins to crack and break
As the pressure of society cause me to crumble and fall
I am art
The paintbrush strokes the canvas
I start off blank, but the colors quickly follow
Shades of black and blue emerge
A clear picture begins to blur
Leaving an indescribable blob of colors
Revealing my inner emotions
I am art
The sound begins to play
The drum bangs loudly and the
Guitar chords echo
The vocals fade from soft whispers to screams
Musical vibrations fill the air
Fighting back the tears as the beat flows
I am art
Pencil hits the page
A sketch is born, a figure
An itching ache emerges on my fingers
The sketch turns dark and shaded
YOU ARE READING
A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RandomHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
