Hey all we did a bit of flash fiction in class. Here is mine.
Strokes On The Canvas:
The strokes on the canvas point the wrong way. Like they abnormal. They don't belong. She doesn't belong. Not in the painting anyway. A painting painted expertly in seconds. No wonder it's in a gallery. The contrast between the peaceful meadow and her terrified face. She yearns for company, but she doesn't get it. She only gets stared at. Poor, stupid girl.
63 words.
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