Millie sketched an assassin and equipped him with a dagger and a hat.
After coloring him, she forsook her studio and visited her kitchen, where she ate a Mars bar.
Later, she returned to her studio only to find her canvas blank. She was startled.
Behind her, the curtain rustled.
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Magic realism I hope, but alas, there’s an abysmal gap between one’s aims and one’s performance.
This is so cool. What a good idea about 50 word stories.
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Those Mars bars…! I’d be outraged! If I’d be satisfied with my painting that is.
Last time I heard your friends were telling you to write a book. Hmm, I wonder for what purpose does Julie boost her morning energy by means of a glassful of water? Has she began the systematic treatment of the deranged? Or is she counting leopard spots?
Oh, I wish I had the strength & motivation to write a book… And I wish I had the time to count leopard spots!
Evidently, the Mars bar contains magical homicidal properties.
If you keep this up, I might have to write one about you in retaliation, Vincent! 😀
I think I shall stop here for Millie’s business degree worries me not a little. It takes a certain hmm cunning to acquire such a thing.
Millie in the intention craft…
I prefer charisma, Vincent, with a touch of crazy.
Love this! One of your best, by far.
You do love Mars bars, don’t you?
Not really, faraway Jessica, for chocolate and healthy teeth are antagonists.
That one with the heart-shaped cloud was one of my favorites…
Ahh, I remember it well. Yes, that was probably my favorite, too. That is why I said this was *one* of your best…