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In a dark room where the sun barely shines sits a man. His curly hair is frizzled neatly disorganized as it seems, with a small part to the side. His body is ridged. The comfortable chair that he is sitting on does no justice for him. The rich Corinthian leather might as well be made from rusted nails. His one hand is clenched in a fist. His other hand was holding onto the neck of a bottle of very fine wine. It seemed as if he was Strangling it. . He sat there rigidly looking over at his mantel. There a piece of artwork he bought some weeks before hanged. The painting is illuminated by the dim light emanating from the simmering coals. The only light seems to be on this painting. The man opens his mouth to speak but a small sigh is only thing to arise. He works up the courage again and words come out in a low hushed tone.



“You just sit there, You do nothing.” He looks deeply into the painting. His voice begins to rise. “You look at me with open eyes as if you know me.” The ridged man jumps to his feet and walks close to the painting lowering his voice once again. “You are the problem my friend.” He takes a breath then jumps back. With a sudden angry tone in his voice he shouts to the painting as if it just spoke to him “What is that you say, I am foolish, I am the problem.” He looks deep into the painting once again standing with a clenched fist raised. “IF you would just come down from there, I would have my way and there would be no problem.” He looks down at the bottle of wine that he still holds in his right hand. Once again he approaches the painting the embers from the now simmering fire still shining brightly upon it. His face can be seen, his nose his ears and his eyes. Yes, his eyes, eyes such fille with hate and loathing. The only other hint of emotion was the his frail lips turned into a scornful grin. His hate filled eyes pierced the painting. “The only one here that is wrong is you my friend. You are wrong.” His scornful grin turned into a angry scowl, his eyes pinched together. With his left hand he hit’s the painting and with a loud yelp “YOU ARE WRONG, YOU ARE WRONG.” He jumps back and throws the bottle of wine at the painting. It shatters. Tiny pieces of glass stick to the wall as streams of wine gently trickle down the painting intertwining and mixing with the pant. The man falls back into his chair, he gently whispers “You are wrong.” The man now panting seems to be out of energy his eyes become heavy and slowly close. Finally his eyes are completely shut finally breaking his gaze from his painting.





In the corner of the room a door is opened slightly. The first hint of light enters the room. The man does not stir in his chair as a short fat man enters the room with a blanket in his arms. He scurries over to the man now sitting in his chair gently breathing in and out his hands still clenched in fists all his energy gone. With a single motion the short fat man lets the blanket out and it floats on top of the sleeping man. The butler looks over at the painting. Little streams of whine still slowly drips down. The butler lets out a sigh and speaks in a whisper to himself.




“The one thing a man wants to see, is never himself.” As the butler turns and walks away. The portrait stares at the back of the Butler’s head with eyes of hate of loathing, with a body so ridged you would think the chair he was sitting in was made of rusty nails. The door made a small noise as it shut. The room was dark again and all that was left was the sleeping man and himself.




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The following comments are for "The Painting"
by Mr36

beautiful, amazing...
I really really liked this one, well everything about it... A pleasure to read and I actually felt that I was meeting this crazy man and his painting.
He reminds me of both Jackson Pullack and then the mad skizofrenic Scientist from the first Spiderman movie... (genius actor by the way...)

Nice when the sentences becomes shorter at the time of action. Cool.. Almost made my heart pound...

( Posted by: hummel [Member] On: June 9, 2004 )

Hummel
I am glad you enjoyed this one. I like it alot to and I was kinda bummed to see no one comment about it. but I am glad you did. LOL whenver I can get someone to excercise their heart a little bit my job is done
Thanks and thanks Again
Paul

( Posted by: Mr36 [Member] On: June 9, 2004 )





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