“Anorexia is a disease.”
Pac-Man* #quote
Been still enjoying my new game. Going to be probably also working
on the armor with Dad soon since the weather's become cooler. (My
epilepsy medication makes me more sensitive to temperature than I
used to be.) Haven't had too many seizures recently despite the fact
I've been exercising. That's good because one of the problems is that
I fear that if I exercise in a too strenuous fashion it'll increase
seizures greatly, it's happened before. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Perilous Portrait
William Felium the artist got an unfortunate commission one day. He
was known as the most skilled artist in all the lands. A large sum
would be paid to him for creating a portrait of the King of
Stonevale. The misfortune of the commission was the fact that this
king possessed several qualities, mercilessness, an evil heart,
vanity along with an ugly face.
Death would await poor William surely! If he painted the king
accurately he would be executed because the king looked ugly and the
artist portrayed him so. But if he made him look wonderful then it
would be seen as an insult because his true face wasn't shown. Either
way the vain king would be seen as ugly and his ego bruised. And
William soon killed.
The artist flexed his creative muscles for every minute before the
time of painting the portrait came. Tick-tock, tick-tock. The gears
of the clock grinding together pulled time closer to his execution.
He looked at his color palette and hoped an idea would strike him.
The king sat down and the artist painted for hours. The guards
looked strangely at what he painted. The brush strokes moved slowly
and the king wondered what perplexed the guards so. He couldn't see
the painting as being the model he only saw the back of the canvas.
“Done.” William smiled as a proud artist would though he hid the
emotions of his nervous heart.
The king stood and stretched and moved around to see a painting
covered in bizarre swaths of color. They vaguely represented a human
face in a rainbow of colors. It looked pleasing mostly in the the
rainbow appearance of the color placement. The blobs of paint swirled
to make the shapes in a pattern to please the eye...but the king
couldn't see himself much at all. Maybe an odd shape of a crown on
the odd human head in the shiny mess of colors.
“What is this?” The king wasn't quite sure if he should be
angry. He felt like he should call his guards to execute the man.
“Did I sit for so long for this?”
William bowed to the king. “My Lord, it is an abstract art
representation of your mighty soul as a nobleman captured in a
portrait. I decided that a literal portrait would be too simple a
piece for you.”
The king smiled and hung the piece in his gallery. William lived to
paint another day.
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