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rainbowfic2013-10-26 12:49 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2013-10-26 12:49 am
Dirt Brown #4
Name: Greenling
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Dirt Brown #4 (Cave)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (an allegory of imprisonment), Canvas (Jaymie is 13ish), Glitter ("What do you want to be remembered for?")
Word Count: 240
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Little decisions make a big difference.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
A pile of textbooks sat unused on the bedside table underneath a set of colored pencils. Jaymie's sketchbook was folded open in front of him, filled mostly with red and black. He was working on a picture of a werewolf now, menacing the masked men with knives and bloody demon-things and the one picture of a fishwoman, which wasn't a costume idea, but it sort of fit the theme. He wasn't going to be invited to any kind of Halloween party this year. With how exhausted he was, he'd probably be back in the hospital at some point.
When he was in elementary school, he got invited to all the parties that didn't require you to have a casting agent. Now, his Dad was discussing- behind his back, naturally- moving if he didn't get better soon. He hadn't been at school in months, and the teacher that came was starting to give up. He wasn't frustrated; he was just distracted, and tired, and restless. He was in the middle of seventh grade, starting on the most important social years of his life, and he was stuck at home drawing half-remembered slasher movie villains.
His TV was on low, playing some fashion show. Frankly, he was pretty enthralled; some of these outfits were more mesh than fabric.
He glanced at his pencil set and wondered if he could draw something like that.
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Dirt Brown #4 (Cave)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (an allegory of imprisonment), Canvas (Jaymie is 13ish), Glitter ("What do you want to be remembered for?")
Word Count: 240
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Little decisions make a big difference.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
A pile of textbooks sat unused on the bedside table underneath a set of colored pencils. Jaymie's sketchbook was folded open in front of him, filled mostly with red and black. He was working on a picture of a werewolf now, menacing the masked men with knives and bloody demon-things and the one picture of a fishwoman, which wasn't a costume idea, but it sort of fit the theme. He wasn't going to be invited to any kind of Halloween party this year. With how exhausted he was, he'd probably be back in the hospital at some point.
When he was in elementary school, he got invited to all the parties that didn't require you to have a casting agent. Now, his Dad was discussing- behind his back, naturally- moving if he didn't get better soon. He hadn't been at school in months, and the teacher that came was starting to give up. He wasn't frustrated; he was just distracted, and tired, and restless. He was in the middle of seventh grade, starting on the most important social years of his life, and he was stuck at home drawing half-remembered slasher movie villains.
His TV was on low, playing some fashion show. Frankly, he was pretty enthralled; some of these outfits were more mesh than fabric.
He glanced at his pencil set and wondered if he could draw something like that.