Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.
Click here to hear the author read his words:
The Artist
When she paints, she creates colours unidentifiable by any eye, colours that cause Mother Nature to smile in envious appreciation.
When she paints, she brings to life the magical dreams that dance in the ensorcelled world within her soul.
When she paints grass, there is the scent of springtime, of dandelions and buttercups, the steady drone of bees and a distinct sensation of the fluttering of butterfly wings.
When she paints water, fish flash through bubbles exploding over rocks and the great white stag stoops his antlered head to drink.
Now she’s painting a graveyard, and the earth is restless…
whew – the chilling last line was a surprise – and well done – but I prefer to go back up and have her paint the grass some more
x
A lovely poem, until that twist at the end! Masterfully done.
Nice twist in that final sentence. When art evokes such realistic imagination, best be a wee bit careful of the end result! 😉
I have no artistic talent, but have had collaborations with several superb artists, and I find that inspirational.
Oh that was perfect. The beautiful description of spring, and grass, and river and then… perfect twist. The scariest horror stories live in the imagination.
I’ll settle for perfect any time! Thanks, Gabi, much appreciated.
Ah yes, that number… that song. But not just black with that interesting artist.
Ah yes, that one! Cheers, Chris!
What a brilliant write – evocative, atmospheric, and finishes with a perfect ‘cold chill’ moment. You’ve effectively turned the act of painting into an act of conjuration 🙌
What a great comment, Ange. Thank you.
This is such a deliciously visual story.
Thank you.
You’re very welcome, Dawn. Thank you too.
I was wondering where the real CE was, then I got to the last line. BAM!
There is no real CE, Nancy, you should know that by now.
Ha! Very true!
Oh. I want to see what she is painting with that last line!
Laughing. All is revealed in Pingo, my masterpiece, available now on Amazon!
Utterly beautiful, words lightly dancing on the page – and the graveyard mystery left hanging over the ‘restless earth’. Superb piece of writing.
Thanks, Jenne
An enchantingly spooky tale of ensorcellment 🙂
Glad you enjoyed!
A sombre conclusion to what had been a joyful poem. The end is nigh, or so it seems. Nice one CE.
Cheers, mate!
Dear C.E.
I’m with Sandra. I love learning new words. Ensorcelled is a good one. As an artist, I particularly liked this story. The background music (that I indeed recognize) adds to the enchantment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, m’lady. I think it’s great that we can all learn from each other.
My first thought was “zombies.”
Finely done, my friend, and a chilling inflection
Cheers, Neil
‘Ensorcelled’. I love it when I learn a new word, particularly when enshrined in a perfectly imaged piece of prose. Thanks. Good to see you back on here. Now persuade Jenne. 🙂
That seems fair, I’ve been learning from you for more than a decade!
Thank you for your kind support.
Jenne tells me she is deep into her novel (she’s a slow reader!) and she is quite single-minded in her writing.
Unlike me, I just bash out all sorts!