Drabbles

[wordmiser]

Each drabble was prompted by someone, and has been added as a comment!

if you desire one to be written, leave a comment with whatever prompt you like, and it will be answered... eventually. Hopefully sooner rather than later.


1. Four Minutes (to save the world)
2. the perfect painting
3. with bells on

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the perfect painting

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It was icy outside, her exhale making a white could before her face. It wasn’t set to snow, though. That was good. Snow ruined things - not like rain, of course, but bad enough. With the world this perfectly icy, preservation would be good. This piece of art would last.

Not forever, of course, but Jinx liked to think that the best art was transitory. Temporary. It was the impact left on the mind that mattered.

She couldn’t remember the first time she had made art. It felt so long ago. But she remembered the feeling. Knowing that this, art, was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Every day, every moment, every breath. She dreamt it, lived it, sometime drank it - but only sometimes (the metallic taste left on her tongue tended to dissuade too much drinking).

Perfection was difficult, though. She knew it was out there, and if it was out there it was achievable. Art... was in the little imperfection. The way red wouldn’t get painted over cobblestones just right. The way organs were never symmetrical, really.Looking was half the fun....

Someday, she knew, Jinx would find perfection in a painting. She dearly hoped it wouldn’t mean an end to her art.