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I came to an art show, where a friend stood proudly beside his painting. Many people liked it, and it made him genuinely happy. So I tried making a painting of my own, and I hung it beside his. Seeing all of the other artists’ paintings. Beautiful palettes of color and hue. I could see why flocks of people were huddled up in front of it, praising the artist for his tremendous work. I made it my goal to improve my painting. And so I did. People liked it, huddled around it, praised it. And I genuinely felt happy. My other friends saw how lovely, all the paintings were. So they decided to make their own, all of them, three. I was astonished…proud…happy to see people huddled around each of their paintings, praising them for what they did. And they felt genuinely happy. All was good, until one day, when one friend said, “Hey, let’s make this fun and interesting, and play a game, whoever gets the most praise at the end of the year, wins.” I didn’t want this to be… I never wanted this to be just another competition. Just another stage, to brag how great they are. I hope, that this will never come to that. You are all artists in your own special way. You don’t have to get all the praise, to know you’re good. Continue making those awesome paintings. Never stop improving them. Because one day, I know, people will start huddling around yours.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
theendlesshorizon
Paintings
I came to an art show, where a friend stood proudly beside his painting. Many people liked it, and it made him genuinely happy. So I tried making a painting of my own, and I hung it beside his. Seeing all of the other artists’ paintings. Beautiful palettes of color and hue. I could see why flocks of people were huddled up in front of it, praising the artist for his tremendous work. I made it my goal to improve my painting. And so I did. People liked it, huddled around it, praised it. And I genuinely felt happy. My other friends saw how lovely, all the paintings were. So they decided to make their own, all of them, three. I was astonished…proud…happy to see people huddled around each of their paintings, praising them for what they did. And they felt genuinely happy. All was good, until one day, when one friend said, “Hey, let’s make this fun and interesting, and play a game, whoever gets the most praise at the end of the year, wins.” I didn’t want this to be… I never wanted this to be just another competition. Just another stage, to brag how great they are. I hope, that this will never come to that. You are all artists in your own special way. You don’t have to get all the praise, to know you’re good. Continue making those awesome paintings. Never stop improving them. Because one day, I know, people will start huddling around yours.
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Tessa put on the Mozart Requiem CD and relaxed on the old sofa in her student room. Molly was sitting there beside her having watched Tessa move from the sofa and put on the CD. How her hips swayed as she walked and how she knelt down slightly to open the CD player top and slip in the CD a sight of thighs caught her eyes. I love this Requiem Tessa said I want this at my funeral or rather the first aspect of it not the whole of course or people will have fallen asleep. Molly smiled hopefully you've a wait before that. Yes I hope so too Tessa said. Molly wished Tessa was sitting on her bed. She was last time she came and it was a buzz sitting there beside her knowing that in a different world they could have made out. Only Tessa wasn't into girls but that boring boyfriend of hers whom she said she loved but who was probably having it off with any girl willing to at his university if she knew him. I prefer Jazz Molly said but won't bother having any music or hymns played at my funeral as I won't be alive to hear it. But you will be there in spirit Tessa said. I don't believe that nonsense Molly said once you're dead you're dead. Tessa frowned how can you believe that? How can you believe nothing? That's how I am dead means dead Molly said. The Mozart played on as Tessa lectured on about her faith. Molly watched her lips speak and her small ******* move beneath the tight pink tee shirt and Molly thought Tessa a little teasing flirt.
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
TerryCollett
TESSA AND MOLLY 1997.
Tessa put on the Mozart Requiem CD and relaxed on the old sofa in her student room. Molly was sitting there beside her having watched Tessa move from the sofa and put on the CD. How her hips swayed as she walked and how she knelt down slightly to open the CD player top and slip in the CD a sight of thighs caught her eyes. I love this Requiem Tessa said I want this at my funeral or rather the first aspect of it not the whole of course or people will have fallen asleep. Molly smiled hopefully you've a wait before that. Yes I hope so too Tessa said. Molly wished Tessa was sitting on her bed. She was last time she came and it was a buzz sitting there beside her knowing that in a different world they could have made out. Only Tessa wasn't into girls but that boring boyfriend of hers whom she said she loved but who was probably having it off with any girl willing to at his university if she knew him. I prefer Jazz Molly said but won't bother having any music or hymns played at my funeral as I won't be alive to hear it. But you will be there in spirit Tessa said. I don't believe that nonsense Molly said once you're dead you're dead. Tessa frowned how can you believe that? How can you believe nothing? That's how I am dead means dead Molly said. The Mozart played on as Tessa lectured on about her faith. Molly watched her lips speak and her small ******* move beneath the tight pink tee shirt and Molly thought Tessa a little teasing flirt.
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