Write a story about an artist whose work has magical properties.

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“The Raven Virgin” by Pedre Paxim

Submitted to Contest #239

August 1 Odd. I woke up this morning and found - No. I must begin with yesterday. Strictly speaking, it wasn't yesterday anymore, for it was after midnight when I came up from the sea. All alone on the Island, I took a swim naked under the clear sky. The water was so warm I could stay in for an hour. Sadly, you can't see the stars from below the surface, but the full moon was rather amazing. Came back to the house full of the universe. I brewed a large cup of jasmine tea and sat down by candlelight to draw something. I remember h...

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“No Pressure” by Matthew Fields

Submitted to Contest #239

Matt spent some time going through old journal entries this afternoon, and, well, here I am! This tiny spark of creative inspiration. Not quite a complete idea, more of an inkling of a thought, really – a sorta Thinkling, if you will. Sure, I’m not much now, but gimme a little time in the creative process and I can become, well, just about anything! I know many Thinklings before me that grew into short stories, poems, even a full-blown novel! So the pressure is on. Matt packs a bag, and together we march up the stairs to the roof of ...

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“Doublespeak” by Tracie Boudreau

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Why does she keep ignoring me? The sound of plastic tapping against the top of the vanity reached Sara’s ears. She ignored the irritating sound. “Sara listen to me please!” she pleaded. She was shouting but all Sara heard was the tappity tap tap sound of the plastic case as it bounced along the vanity. “Quiet you,” Sara said. “I can do this by myself. I don’t need your kind of help. You caused too much trouble last time.” Sara should be thanking me for what happened last time. Dave was a jerk. He talked trash about his mother the ...

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“Magical Melodies” by Madeleine Hunt

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Edgar sat at the worn-down piano in the middle of the train station. He was about thirty and looked like he had seen better days. His grey clothes clung to his skinny body like nets around fish. A small sign sat on top of the piano reading “My name is Edgar, anything helps.” The sign sat alongside a dirty cup containing a few coins. The train station was made up of long hallways and tall ceilings that would send echoes bouncing from either end. The walls were painted green and gold with windows allowing light to pass through, though it was...

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“Two Birds” by D. Jahan

Submitted to Contest #239

The mystical cockatiel approached him. Feathers the color of the sun, with red circles around her ears. Her crest feather oscillated as he approached her. Black button eyes with a twinkle. Her short curved beak with her head tilted made her seem coy. He started singing with all his heart. His song brimmed with his youthful vibrancy, and Kite. Kite was Cruise’s partner for all his ten years of life. It was around the time they met when Cruise learnt how to sing. He is a self-taught artist, learning everything about music from his i...

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“Surgeon of Hearts, or Sculptor of Life?” by A. B. H.

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Doctors said he was a magician, wielding a scalpel over a traditional wand. Rivals claimed he sold his soul to the Grim Reaper for his gift of repelling death. Patients asked if he was a reincarnated version of their saviors. His family gushed as they bragged about his unique ability to repair what’s broken since diapers. The retired cardiovascular surgeon now resides in the country, content with his only company being the sun's warm rays shining through the window panes of his studio. Rather than cutting, he now spends his days molding clay...

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“Until Sundown” by Natalie Wills Parker

Submitted to Contest #239

It was the type of sculpture that trapped Thalia in her room for days. Dried bits of clay were wedged beneath her fingernails and lightly speckled across her skin and overalls. She circled the sculpture meticulously smoothening its limbs, rounding the wrinkles in its clothes, and perfecting the curls on its head. She took a thumb, swept it across its bottom lip, and slowly stepped away from the sculpture until her calves brushed the edge of her bed. She didn’t know if it was the step back, the final smoothening of a feature, or her piercing ...

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“Next Stop is Love” by Herbert Perez

Submitted to Contest #239

“Come back nobody will take your place, I can’t breathe without you, I need you, I want you in my life, please come back I can’t breathe without you nobody will ever take your place Ally please come back to me as I’m on bended knee.?” The tear drops fall from Ally’s hazel eyes as she catches her breath. The crowded morning workers heading downtown to work on the #1 train down Broadway got a wake-up morning song of the day. Some of the female straphangers yell, “Kiss him why don’t you so sweet.” “Don’t let him stand on bended knee for that lo...

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“THE ARTIST'S GIFT” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #239

THE ARTISTS GIFT Claire stepped through the door of her studio, closed the door, and leaned against it for a moment. She gave a heavy sigh and carefully placed her snow shovel against the wall resting it on the boot tray underneath. Leaning against the door again she balanced on one leg and undid the laces of her snow-clad boots. She unzipped her warm parka and divested it on the hook, followed by her hat, scarf, and mitts. She blew on her hands and rubbed them together briskly to warm them, feeling the blood start to circulate agai...

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Write a story about an artist whose work has magical properties.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 99 stories

“The Raven Virgin” by Pedre Paxim

“No Pressure” by Matthew Fields

“Doublespeak” by Tracie Boudreau

“Magical Melodies” by Madeleine Hunt

“Two Birds” by D. Jahan

“Surgeon of Hearts, or Sculptor of Life?” by A. B. H.

“Until Sundown” by Natalie Wills Parker

“Next Stop is Love” by Herbert Perez

“THE ARTIST'S GIFT” by Glenna Agnew

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Write a story where a regular household item becomes sentient.

Start your story with it raining… anything but rain (e.g. flowers, cutlery, seashells, running shoes).

Write a story where the laws of time and space begin to dissolve.

Write a story where your character is traveling a road that has no end.

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