The Empty Canvas

Just a short story

     The breath of the fragile soul rests within her lungs surrounded by her rib cage. Sleeping soundly in the dark of her room, the wall clock tick tocking its life away. The blank canvas sitting in the corner untouched, no inspiration. Waiting for the paint/pastel to glide across the empty sheet. The moon light from the window shines directly on the foot of the girls bed without disturbing her, so peaceful, so beautiful. The girl awakens from her dreams, frightened and afraid.

     "Why do you leave the canvas empty? Why don't you make it beautiful?" The little voice in her head asked. Looking at the canvas with an open mind, waiting for the inspiration to come to her. The girl waits but the mind gets frustrated.

     "It's just a stupid canvas, why do I stress about it when I could paint it whenever I would like?" The girl thought laying back down.

     The ticking of the clock drilled itself into her mind leaving her awake. The dainty girl tossing and turning time after time only to find herself to keep looking at the canvas. The blank white space of the canvas that should be covered with beautiful detail that tells a story. The girl gets up and walks in front of the canvas, staring at the blank space pondering her thoughts. Staring at the white paper clueless and empty handed. She picks up a paint brush and sits down. The light brush with tiny bristles glides among the canvas slowly yet swiftly. The colors dancing all around the paper creating an image so delicate and soft. The orange collides with the red, the blue slams into the purple. The girl sways back and forth as she moves her wrist left to right. The room still dark, but the light of the moon giving her just enough light to create the image of beauty. The clock still ticking the night away, but the girl waves the brush on top of the canvas spreading the colors across the landscape.

     In the early morning light, the girl steps away from the canvas and looks at the image she created, she cries. She gazes the picture over and over. The shades of black and gray surface the paper with hints of red. The picture shows an image of a girl sitting in a corner, all alone. The world caving in on her and there's no way to stop it. As the girl sits in the corner, the light artist walks to her bed, sitting to face the once empty canvas. Wishing she never touched the paint brush and left the canvas blank. The image stays on the paper and stares at her, showing her how lonely she really is. The once empty canvas haunts her mind, showing her that there is no escape. Complete and total darkness surrounds her in every direction, blocking her from saving whatever was left of her.

Reviews

[ANTO]

Wow Ciara - Uber dark and foreboding writing - disturbing dear writer.
That must mean its good - to have made me feel the mood so well - its so immersive. Thats quite the pen you wield. Thanks for the sub by the way

[Ciara]

Thank you! That means a lot, and no problem