He had found his muse, his inspiration, the subject that all his art centered around. His entire color palette was adapted to the most flattering hues, so it almost came alive on the canvas.
He was painting so often in these days, it seemed to be all he ever did. Most days he forgot at least one meal, and he barely slept during the nights. His family grew worried, his friends were certain he had lost his mind. He himself, however, didn't care about any of it.
Painting pink fluffy unicorns just made him so incredibly happy.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
