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THE PAINTING
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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...A few minutes ago I was in the show room admiring different piece of work. The yellowed with rounded edges had caught my eyes. I look at it for as long as I remember.
Was really disappointed when its price tag read @20000 dollars. I knew I could not purchase the painting put I could make memories with it. I picked it up and clicked a picture with it. Am gonna get a lot of likes on social media, I silently thought. I clicked another and another picture at different angles. It went dark all over sudden, I clutched on the painting protecting it with all might as I heard commotions in the hall. I tried to run and all that I felt was something being pressed on my nose. There and then the noises became a lullaby charming me into sleep.
I looked at the painting and admired it. I looked around and the surrounding was not familiar. I tried to get up but I heard a deep voice stay where you are or I will shoot. I panicked and asked, who are you? What do you want?...
#OpenMicContest
#@ingutiaquenter
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...A few minutes ago I was in the show room admiring different piece of work. The yellowed with rounded edges had caught my eyes. I look at it for as long as I remember.
Was really disappointed when its price tag read @20000 dollars. I knew I could not purchase the painting put I could make memories with it. I picked it up and clicked a picture with it. Am gonna get a lot of likes on social media, I silently thought. I clicked another and another picture at different angles. It went dark all over sudden, I clutched on the painting protecting it with all might as I heard commotions in the hall. I tried to run and all that I felt was something being pressed on my nose. There and then the noises became a lullaby charming me into sleep.
I looked at the painting and admired it. I looked around and the surrounding was not familiar. I tried to get up but I heard a deep voice stay where you are or I will shoot. I panicked and asked, who are you? What do you want?...
