Tag: art
group name: suddenfiction
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April 23, 2008 09:25 AM EDT --
"My art is my god," said George. "My easel is my altar, my brushes and oils the body and blood of my soul. Turpentine is in my skin and cloth; it seeps into my very heart. I frequent the . . . more
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July 21, 2008 08:16 AM EDT --
Rhoda Penmark here to introduce chapter 2 of my story.
To begin with I need to mention again I am the number one fan of boy genius, wunderkind and child prodigy extraordinaire, . . . more
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November 25, 2007 03:32 AM EST --
Grace would sit for hours staring at the painting that Minton had painted of her; her eyes would move along the canvas taking in each aspect as if for the first time. The tints of her dress; the way the . . . more
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April 21, 2008 03:35 AM EDT --
One morning after a deep sleep, Rosina woke up to find her Aunt Petunia sitting on the end of the bed, filing her ghostly nails, wearing a lurid red dress that came above the knees, her hair . . . more
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . . more
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March 28, 2008 12:44 AM EDT --
Due to the exciting turnout of responses to the first prompt, I am urged to contribute another visual prompt from my husband's art collection.
Again, anybody can submit a work of art inspired . . . more
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July 17, 2008 09:45 PM EDT --
He found her in one of his own dreams, dreaming about him finding her, in that solitary, circular dream of hers.
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July 10, 2008 11:15 AM EDT --
A repetition of dreams. Uncircled thoughts. Unselected. Roamed about on her stage. The drama followed her instincts. A bunch of drowsy audiences. Invited by their fears of unrestrained light. An infection . . . more
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June 03, 2008 10:21 PM EDT --
She used to sign her name on the water. Rowing in the lake.
He tried to reach there with his hands, trying to touch her poetic alphabets. Her name rippled away.
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June 22, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Uncertainty had never been talked about. And therefore, in time, it became a certainty that uncertainty would arrive, like the great depression, upon their town.
Still not talking about the uncertainty, . . . more
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June 02, 2008 11:57 AM EDT --
What had struck me immediately as I walked into the garden was the terrible disassociation I shared with my presence. And perhaps, that accounted for my absence too, from the garden.
Detachment: . . . more
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July 02, 2008 09:30 PM EDT --
Each of his stones was impossibility. None of them had the property of visibility. They reflected no colors. Absorbing all. But you always knew that they were there. Some, because you could touch them. . . . more
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June 25, 2008 01:50 AM EDT --
The growing up years of Pratti was different from rest of the girls. She had developed a hobby of collecting the corpses of her earlier lives. She even made a transparent glass cupboard to keep . . . more
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May 12, 2008 09:42 PM EDT --
The dream stretched out of his forehead and wandered through the labyrinthine corridors of a day in his life. He became a reverie in there.
When he woke up, the next day, he was no more.
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