Write an original short story of less than 350 words that ends with the line “the colors bled together.” Set the story in an urban environment and make the audience feel sad for the main character; then, tie a past storyline and a present storyline together.
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Write an original short story of less than 350 words that ends with the line “the colors bled together.” Set the story in an urban environment and make the audience feel sad for the main character; then, tie a past storyline and a present storyline together.
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On the wall was a painting that had been created nearly twenty years ago to the day. The painting was titled “What I Thought I Wanted” and lacked an artist’s signature, but the gallery owner knew who the abstract colored canvas belonged to—the art was created by a child a long time ago.

The child was without its mother and in an area it was not familiar with. It had only its book bag with it, although it had not attended a school that day. While it may have seemed to happen abruptly and without notice, the child had provided hints for some time—only, it was now that the child’s intentions of running away became obvious enough for anyone to notice. Without much of a plan, the child had no real goals set out except for one: leaving home.

It was already less than ideal weather when the child left the night before, but now the rain was beginning to fall with the sinking sun. Alone, and on the side of the road, the child sat on the curb and laid the book bag at its side. The sprinkling rain turned to a heavy downpour, sending the child beneath a nearby awning. Finding a moment of peace, the child realized their book bag was left alone and went to retrieve the soaked pack. Under the temporary shelter, the child regretted everything and all it wished for was to be back home when, suddenly, a car wheeled into the curb where the child stood and flung the door wide open.

The car was driven by the child’s mother who had been searching for nearly twenty-four hours straight on zero sleep, looking for her child. Jumping into the car and apologizing, the child checked the contents of its bag to assess the rain’s damage. Within, the wet paint containers had leaked out onto the only canvas the child brought with it. The colors bled together.
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Write an original short story of less than 350 words that ends with the line “the colors bled together.” Set the story in an urban environment and make the audience feel sad for the main character; then, tie a past storyline and a present storyline together.</s>
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On the wall was a painting that had been created nearly twenty years ago to the day. The painting was titled “What I Thought I Wanted” and lacked an artist’s signature, but the gallery owner knew who the abstract colored canvas belonged to—the art was created by a child a long time ago.

The child was without its mother and in an area it was not familiar with. It had only its book bag with it, although it had not attended a school that day. While it may have seemed to happen abruptly and without notice, the child had provided hints for some time—only, it was now that the child’s intentions of running away became obvious enough for anyone to notice. Without much of a plan, the child had no real goals set out except for one: leaving home.

It was already less than ideal weather when the child left the night before, but now the rain was beginning to fall with the sinking sun. Alone, and on the side of the road, the child sat on the curb and laid the book bag at its side. The sprinkling rain turned to a heavy downpour, sending the child beneath a nearby awning. Finding a moment of peace, the child realized their book bag was left alone and went to retrieve the soaked pack. Under the temporary shelter, the child regretted everything and all it wished for was to be back home when, suddenly, a car wheeled into the curb where the child stood and flung the door wide open.

The car was driven by the child’s mother who had been searching for nearly twenty-four hours straight on zero sleep, looking for her child. Jumping into the car and apologizing, the child checked the contents of its bag to assess the rain’s damage. Within, the wet paint containers had leaked out onto the only canvas the child brought with it. The colors bled together.</s>
