Paint Your Demons
Description
He craves for a world in which humans are delicate pieces of glass—merely an intricate texture of string woven into stone.
Or maybe he imagined humans as paint swung onto large boards of canvas—uneven smudges and heavy blends of burning colours.
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Foreword
An entry for The Sky Is The Limit || Writing Contest (Round 3: March Madness - Subround 7, Championship)
Prompt:
"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people's eyes when they realise they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they've forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words."
-Unknown
A/N: HOW DID I MAKE IT TO THE LAST ROUND LIKE HOW. I'm sorry if this makes no sense and I've done injustice to this beautiful prompt why. Btw, the prologue is taken from my 'carte blanche; drabble challenge' because I found it so appropriate.
Thank you Kaosuhime for your amazing support. Like seriously, you have no idea how awesome you are and I couldn't have done this without you (yay for cheesiness).
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