Only 28 days to get my portfolio ready. So much to do!
One week in and I’m excited but a bit overwhelmed. I’m having so much fun I need to force myself to eat and sleep. They want dozens of options to choose from.
Ten days down and eighteen to go. Starting to feel some panic because there are so many ideas inside my head. The details need to be just right. Each drawing is better than the last. Each one shows more of what could be.
Halfway! The drawings have more depth than anything I’ve ever done. I’m anticipating problems that might happen in the real world and finding solutions. I’ve never been so consumed.
My skills are improving. The drawings are so real I can feel them surrounding me.
Shadows and sun. Dark and light. So many contrasts. So many metaphors.
It messes with my head sometimes.
Have to get them out. Have to bring them to life.
The shadows deepen.
The light ebbs.
Things are lurking in the shadows. Things I didn’t put there. Things I don’t understand.
My hand aches.
The images keep coming. Intruding into my dreams until I don’t know if I’m awake or asleep.
My blood seeps into the art, deepens the shadows, and enlivens those hidden within.
Fear pours from my hands along with the blood.
Is any of it real?
I can't stop.
The drawings cover the floor and the walls.
What have I done?
What will I do?
...I HAVE BROKEN THROUGH...
This story is part of the WEP challenge: 28 Days. I hope you check out the other entries - and add one of your own! It's an excellent community and a fun way to try out new angles with your writing.
This is actually the 2nd piece I wrote for the challenge. The first had so many similarities/echoes with the piece Toi Thomas wrote, I decided to put that one aside and take a new angle.
How about you? Do you enjoy flash fiction?