horrors2

BenBiddick.The_Artist.tex

 1\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{art/Discount_Bees-Artist.jpg}
 2\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
 3\chapter{The Artist}
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 6The satisfied young child sat on his favorite chair with his pens and
 7pencils. He squinted at the pain in his punched-in black eye. He shook
 8it off and began to draw. The boy was the age of a third-grader. The
 9silhouette of a man fell to the paper from the magic of his artistic
10hand. His expression was dim and solemn. Happy at being dim and
11solemn. His appearance was dim and shadowy. His hair matched his
12apparel: black. The color of night.
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14The boy was talented. He could draw with the ability of a veteran. He
15had drawn since the first time his hand, equipped with pencil, scratched
16on the piece of clear, lineless paper. There were endless things to make
17with paper and pencil. Anything. He had progressed in his ability with
18every drawing he drew. Most sketches were of lonely, sad, grotesque, or
19terrible scenes.
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21The figure on the paper was now fully drawn. It was a shadowy and dark
22figure. His long robe fluttered against him. He had a tail. The tail was
23a lashing terror and pain deliverer. The figure had an expression that
24cut right through you, right through you to your soul. The creature of a
25man held a head. It was bleeding and had the expression of fear, frozen
26there eternally with the instance of death. Now the boy had to draw the
27exact details of his bullying tormentor and the house in which his
28tormentor lived and the bully would be as good as dead.
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30James McDaniels sat at home on the couch. His father lay there on his
31recliner, drinking a beer. He was drunk four Coors ago, but kept
32drinking. He always did. James stood and went out the door. He picked up
33a rock and threw it. He had to blow off some steam. His father's steam,
34which had been given to James with the drinking of each beer his father
35drank. A young kid walking up the road passed the house.
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37``C'mere kid,'' James smirked.
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39The boy reluctantly started to run. James ran to him and quickly caught
40him. James hit the boy as soon as the victim was in punching
41distance. James hit the boy just like the other three he had blown off
42steam with. After James was done, he let the boy up. Blood was running
43from the victim's nose and mouth. He got up and ran as fast as he could
44this time. James smiled. Soon enough though, James' happiness turned to
45sadness- his father was swearing at Jame's mother. He sat on the grass
46and began to cry.
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48Just then, the door slammed behind him. James began to turn around. He
49hoped to God that it wasn't his father. He hoped it was his mother so
50they could run away from their father's publicly known case of
51alcoholism. It wasn't his mother. It wasn't his father. It was a large
52dark, shadowy man with a tail and a terrible expression. James
53stood. The man smiled smugly.
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55James garbled, ``Who are y-you?''
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57The weird man's tail answered the question for him. It flung at James
58with the speed of a lightning bolt. It struck James's face with the
59force of a semi hitting him at the speed of fifty-five miles an
60hour. James's head was completely torn off his neck. Blood showered the
61front of the house and the newly cut lawn. His headless body was thrown
62to the ground. Blood spewed from the neck as the torn blood vessels
63vomited their liquid.
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65``Compliments of The Artist,'' the figure said as it walked away.