Silenced smile

 

This isn't my story.

This isn't about me.

This is all about them.

Every word.

Is about them.

Who has fallen victim of being abused.

By the very person

claiming to love them.

...

 

 

I thought I knew.

I haden't had any experience of my own, I am blessed that way, but still, I thought I had a clue.

I didn't.

I had the odd a-hole of a boyfriend.

Some cheated, some lied, some used me and some had even tried to control me.

But nothing like this.

 

When I've got the news that my best friend growing up had been killed by her husband I was just floored.

We hadn't talked in ages.

We sort of drifted apart when she met Him.

Now it seems so obvious.

How could I have been so blind?

Her sudden clumsiness, bruises, a black eye and the more often and sudden cancellations.

And then we just didn't seem to talk anymore.

I thought it was just how life goes..

You drift apart.

But it was Him.

Controling her.

Making her feel useless.

Like we didn't love her.

He was blocking our calls, making it seems like we turned our backs on her. Making her feel like he was the only one that loved her, cared about her.

And after a while.

She beliveved Him.

Maybe it was easier that way.

 

But then we got the call.

From her mother.

Letting us know.

That she was dead.

Dead.

DEAD!

 

After the funeral and way too much to drink, all of us old friends sat in the local bar and talked about how life where back then.. Growing up.

Our hopes and dreams.. The silly little things we did.. All the time we got in trouble. All the times we had helped eachother out.

I was angry.

Angry and drunk.

I was yelling that these sort of things should never be allowed to happen

to anyone..

That someone had to raise their voice and take a stand.

 

I didn't think much about it afterwards.

He got convicted. He should have gotten life if you ask me.

Then I got a call.

Someone had overheard our "talk" in the pub and asked me if I was willing to be the one.

The one to take a stand.

And I was.

 

We decided to do an Art show.

It was suppose to tell the real story about abuse.

It was suppose to hit hard.

If you could leave and just go on with your day, we had failed.

Since I had a background in Theather, I sort of took the lead..

I had the vision, they had the know how and the talent.

And Omg the word spread.

We didn't offer any money, and not a singel person asked for anything.

Every cent that we made was going directly to womens shelters around the world.

Even the company owning the building didn't ask for more pay then to cover electric and insurance.

 

We called it Silenced smile

The exhibition was in several rooms featuring different stages of the relationships.

 

 

Infatuation

 

You where greated by a chours of women voices.

All these women were either survivors of abuse, or friends or family to others that wheren't so lucky.

-He said He loved me.

-He said I am beautiful.

-He said I am the only one.

-I have never been this happy.

-He said he would never leave me...

-He said it was going to be me and him.

Forever

 

On the walls there where pictures of women.

Smiling, happy, in love.

Rich, poor, young, old, every skin color, every religion.

Some pictures where so old they was in black and white. Others just from a few months ago.

 

-And then something changed.

 

 

The Change

 

 

The room was dark and covered with screens.
There where still pictures showing up.

Some where the same women as before, but now there was something different about them.

They didn't smile as before.

They where smiling, but it just didn't seem the same.

It was like the smile had been silenced somehow.

Then the pictures changed in to words

 

You are UGLY

Whore!

You can't do Anything Right

You are Useless

SLUT!

No one can love you but me

Without me you are Nothing!!!

You are Nothing

NothingNothingnotHingnothIngnOthingnothinGnoTHingn



otHinGNothingNOTHING!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

Dance with Death

 

 

This room was the most spectacular in my oppinion.

You where greated with the soft sounds of nature. Birds singing, the sound of waterfalls and so on.

All the colors where soft and pastell.

On different scenes couple where performing an odd sort of dance.

They where all volontairs.

Ballet

Modern dance

and even Breakdance

 

It was a beautiful intricate complicated

showing a struggle between a man and a women.

The nature slowly dies away

and the pastelles are turning agressive

and then

when the room is completely scilent

and the couples are sort of frozen in eachothers gaze.

BANG BANG!

2 Gunshots sounds

and all the women suddenly falls to the floor.

 

 

The Aftermath

 

This room isn't fun.

The stroboscope lights hurts the eyes,

and you get to see fast flickers of images you wish you never seen.

Bruises

Blood

Bodyparts

Coroner reports

Police reports

Funerals

 

 

Left behind

 

In the final room you see pictures of children.

Some school pictures

Some taken by the police

Children hiding

Crying

hurt

Lonely

confused.

 

(They did an amazing job with this part)

Then the light changes and with the soundeffects it seemed like the images of the children where washed away by a waterfall of Blood.

 

And when all the children were gone

and all you could see was "blood"

the sound stopped

 

Ring..... Ring.....

-911 what is your emergancy?

(a childs voice)

-I want my mum...

 

And then the rooms goes dark, and an exit sign is all the audience can see..

Leading them outside

into the light.

 

From Creative Reader

This isn't real

This has never happened.

This is just in my imagination.

But for so many women

All over the world

THIS is their Everyday.

This can NEVER be ok.

 

During this pandemic

The violence against women has gone up

Even scarier is that the degree of violence being used

has gone up too.

 

And this is not just about women

Men are being abused too

 

A Smile

Should Never be allowed

to be Silenced

 

 

 

 

  Father Christmas re-told  

 

A long time ago, way up in the north, lived Christopher Kringle and his wife Mary.

They had loved each other since childhood and was still very much in love, even though nowadays they looked more like grandparents than the children they once where.

And to their great sorrow that was the one thing their otherwise happy life was missing.

Children and grand children.

But they weren't bitter or sad, because they still had their love for each other, their animals, nature and the village they lived in.

Things where a bit different back then, compared to what you and I are used to.

People lived simple life, and hadn't got stores in the same way that we have now.

If there was something you needed, you simply had to make it yourself, or trade something with a person that could do what you needed.

And this day Chrisopher was out in the forest with a young boy named David to help Davids family to get some wood for the fireplace.

It had been a rough year for the whole village, and David's family was gravely affected. His mother was expecting a child, and his father was badly injured and had to stay in bed.

So it was up to young David to help his family, because that was what you did back then.

Chrisopher of course didn't need the help, but he knew that the family wouldn't accept the firewood if they felt they owed him anything, because the thruth was, that they wouldn't be able to repay him.

So of the kindness of his heart, Christopher told them that he would gladely bring them the wood if he could get some help from young David.

So now they could accept the wood and still keep their head held high.

Young David was a bright and kind child, eager to help.

And as most children, he was filled with questions.. About pretty much everything.

-How come you have a reindeer instead of a horse? David asked, looking at the reindeer patiently waiting, tied to a tree. He isn't that big and doesn't look strong enough.

-Horses are big and strong, explained Christopher, but they don't like the cold as much as the reindeer do. A reindeer might be a bit smaller, and maybe not as strong as a work horse, but if you look at his hoofs you can tell that he can walk even in deep snow better than a horse can.

-But you have your reindeers in a stable just like a horse.

Christopher laughed.

-Well, yes we do. You see, when me and my wife was newlyweds, she was out one autumn gathering some berries, when she found a small reindeer lying next to it's dead mother. It was too small to make it on it's own, and the people that took care of the reindeers simply couldn't take care of such a small one. So they asked my wife if she could take care of it. Even back then, my wife was known for her great love of all living things. She took so good care of the small calf, that from there on, if they have a calf that wouldn't make it, and they are close enough, they bring them to her. And that is why she take such extra good care of them.

David looked at him and smiled.

-With your father being hurt, I guess you and your family won't be able to go to church this Chrismas?

-No, said David, hanging his head. Are you?

-Well, we try to go when we can, and this year I'm helping to build a new crib for the baby Jesus.

-Why did they bring a baby gifts?

-Well, you see, the wise men where told that a great King was born, so they brought him the finest things they had. Gold, myrrh and frankincense.

-That is strange gifts, David laughed.

-What would you have wanted? asked Christopher.

-A new warm sweather, said David.

And Christopher took another look at the child, and now he noticed how badly his clothes where, and how thin and pale he was.

He gave the boy a sad smile.

-Well he said, now I think we have enough firewood for your family and some for me to use to the crib. Thank you so much for your help David. You have done really good. I'll bet your parents are really happy they have such a kind and helpful boy.

The boy smiled and looked proud of the work he had done.

Back home with his wife Christopher told Mary about David and his poor clothes.

-This has been such a hard year for so many people he said. I just wished there was something we could do.

-Well, said Mary. Christmas is some time away,so what do you say if I knit him a new sweather from the yarn I have left over? You could stop by on our way to church when you are giving them the new crib, and leave it to him on the way.

-Why don't we give a little something for every child in the village? There aren't that many and almost all of them will be on the way?

-That sounds like a good idea, said Mary and kissed him on the cheek. Now you better go and take care of the animals before they start to think that we have forgotten all about them.

Christoper took care of the animals and then he kneeled down and prayed. He always felt closest to God with his animals or in nature.

-Heavenly Father, he said. This year has been so hard for so many in this village. Pleas let us help them in the small way we can. People need hope so badly this winter. And he felt such a inner peace, that he knew in his heart, that this was the right thing to do.

Christoper and Mary worked hard the days that followed so they had a small gift for each of the children in the village.

Gifts back then weren't as gifts you know today. We would be getting a new phone, or a new video game or something like that, but back then, a good gift was something that you really needed, something you could use, like a new sweather to keep you warm, or a new scarf, or a new knife.

And late on Christmas Eve, Christopher put his reindeers infront of his small sleigh and started his journey. The plan was to leav each gift outside the door without anyone noticing him. He feared that people wouldn't accept the gift since they hadn't something to offer him in return, but if they didn't know who had gifted them, there was no one they could feel owed to.

He didn't get far on his journey when a bright light appeared and an Angel was standing before him.

He stopped the sleigh and kneeled before the Angel.

-Christopher Kringle, the Angel said. God has heard your prayers, and he has sent me to tell you that they have been answered.

-My lord, said Christopher. Me and my wife are not as young as we once where, and even if a child would be the most beloved gift, we are happy with the love we have for each other and our animals and village.

-God is not giving you A child said the angel.

-No?

-God is giving you ALL the children.

Christopher didn't know what to say.

-God sees the love you and your wife have for all children in your village. And what is Christmas about, if not the love for a Child? You and Mary will be the guardians of all children in Christmas time. Because with every child on earth, there is a hope for a better tomorrow.

 

The End

 

 

 

Energy

 

And in The beginning there was Energy.

Roaming around in the universe.

And pulling materia together

Creating

And in creating

there

was

Life.

 

Life is energy

Humans are life

Humans are energy

 

Have you never asked yourself

why man always was so faschinated

with lightning?

with fire?

with ghosts?

with technology?

 

Lightning strikes created fire.

Fire creates wormth

It keeps us safe

it keeps us warm

It heats our food

and it

can

kill.

 

But we all recognize the energy in the lightning.

A lightning you can see.

you can see what it touches.

the destruction

and how it creats new life.

 

so is it really that hard to believe that man is energy?

But where does is go?

Man have only a small time before our energy runs out

and the small parts of us that is left is absorbed by the universe.

 

But some humans have more energy.

Hate

Anger

almost as much energy as a lightning

and as destructive.

But what happens with that energy when that person dies?

And what if that person dies young?

in the prime of his hate?

Executed?

The electric chair?

What if all that hateful negative energy

is absorbed?

by electricity itself.

or if someone is electricuted in his home or work?

all that human negative hateful energy

In our electricity?

In our lights?

in our tv?

In our radio?

In our cellphones and computers?

 

Haven't we all had random words pop up on the screen?

Hours of work that disappears for no reason?

Must just have been a slip of the fingers?

Right?

Or have heard strange voices in our private phonecalls?

Just a glitch in the system?

two calls that got intertwined?

Right?

No such things as ghost.

But lightning is energy.

And you don't question yourself when you see it?

or others?

So what if ghosts is just human energy left behind?

 

Next time

something strange pops up on your screen

Next time

on your late night walk and the lights start to flutter

Next time

you hear static on your favorite radio show

it is just a powerglitch.

Right?

 

or is it?

is it really?

 

 

A Mother's Love

 

The body lied so still, and the color of the skin was so pale, that it made you think that this child, not yet 2, was already gone.

The only thing that gave away that the child was still alive was all tubes and machines that kept on working.

A doctor walked in to the room.

She really hated this part of her work.

The young mother had barely left the child since they brought him in.

She was leaning over his bed, carefully stroking him, and told him how much she loved him, and prayed to the spirits to save her child. Silent tears streaming down her face.

The doctor gently put her hand on the womans shoulder.

-It won't be long now, she said with a soft voice.

The mother looked at her in horror.

-Isn't there anything more you can try?

-I am so sorry, but we have done absolutely everything in our power to make him better, and he hasn't responded to any of it. These machines might keep him alive for now, but it is just keep on hurting him as his body prepares to move on. I can sit with you if you want me to.

-No said the mother, but thank you for all your kindness. Can I hold him?

-It might take a few more hours.

-I don't care. I haven't been able to hold him for months. I want to make sure that when he moves on, I'm here with him.

The doctor turned off the machines and gently picked up the boy and put him in his mothers arms.

The mother buried her face in his little chest, inhaling his scent.

The doctor put a blanket over them, and silently left.

The mother held her little boy, and continued her prayers to the spirits.

-Please hear a mothers wish, please show mercy and save this young innocent life. In return I offer you everything you ask for. Pleas hear a mothers plead, please show mercy and save this young innocent life. In return I offer you everything I have. Please hear a mothers pain, please show mercy and save this young innocent life. In return I'll do anything you ask of me.

 

There was a shift in the room, and suddenly it was like reality had change.

The room was gone and they where in a grey existence.

-Why are you here? The voice seemed like many, and seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

-I am here, begging for you to save the life of my little boy.

The grey mist moved around them.

-This is not a boy that should be saved, it said. This boy has been marked with evil. This boy can not be allowed to live.

-But he is just a little boy.

-He reaks of the evil that lives inside of him.

-NO! He is innocent! Please save him! He is my child!

 

And they showed her.

She could follow him thrue the ages.

As a young boy, he bit a small child in daycare, and pushed another down some stairs.

But the mother saw his eyes, that reminded her of her sister growing up.

When he was a young man, he tormented the children in his school, but in such a way that none of the teachers ever knew.

But the mother saw that when he smiled he looked a bit like her.

As a man, he was cruel. He raped and abused with no care for his victims pain or suffering.

But  she saw how much he looked like his father, that died, never knowing he was going to be a dad.

-Do you still want us to save this child? the mist was all around her.

-Yes!

-Even seeing all the suffering he will bring to so many?

-Yes.

-What are you willing to give us for his life?

-Anything you ask of me.

-Are you willing to give your own life for his?

-Yes.

-Why?

-I am his mother.

-Then your will shall be done.

 

And they where back in the hospital.

While her life drained in to his, she kept telling him, how much she loved him. That all she wantef for him to grow up, and be happy and always know, that even if she wasn't there, she would always love him. No matter what.

And as she drew her last breath, the boy opened his eyes.

And with her last loving smile, she washed away the evil that was in him.

Making him clean and innocent.

-I love you, she said.

 

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  A Halloween Ghost Story   

 

The house looked so ordinary.

Nothing special at all really.

Just another abandoned house.

He glared at he house as he picked up a small rock.

-You really shouldn't do that, she said and softly pulled on his arm.

-Yeah? And why tha heck not?

-The house won't like it.

-The house won't like it, he said sarcasticly.

-No.

-Do you really believe the crap about this house being haunted?

-Yes. I really do. Don't you believe in Ghosts?

-NO! he said as he throwed the rock.

It bounced of the wall and in to the bushes.

See.... He gestured. Nothing happened! Not a single ghost or moan or shreik or anything. Noooothiiiiiing! There is no such thing as ghosts.

-But it doesn't like it.

-Well I'm not scared, he said and started walking to the front door.

-No! You really shouldn't do that! She looked worried.

He scoffed and went up to the door and knocked hard.

-Yo! Ghosts! Anyone home? It's Halloween for Pete's sake.. Come out and play! He gave her a confident look. I dare you, he shouted.

-Please, don't.

He opened the door. Not the smallest sound was made.. The door opened so smothly that someone could still have been living there.

-Well, he looked at her.

Are you coming?

They went in and the door silently closed behind them.

She looked around as she told him,

 

-Looong ago a family lived here. A wonderful man and his loving wife.

But there where some brutal killings in the village.

Young boys and girls where killed and for some reason the man was blamed.

And one October night when another young child went missing the villagers took the law into their own hands.

They burst into the house, grabbing the man by force and dragged him with them.

The wife tried her best to stop them, but one of the villagers threw a rock that hit her straight in the head so she fell dead to the ground.

The poor man was hung in the closest tree that was strong enough.

And in the meantime they nailed the doors and windows shut.

Some days later the real killer was found, with his hands around the neck of another young child.

But now it was all too late.

An innocent man was dead.

His wife was dead, just for loving him.

But their daughter died too.

She had come home early from her education because she was horribly ill.

And without the love and care from her parents she had died.

Scared and all alone.

It took her several days to die..

And when she finally took her last painful breath it was on Halloween.

But the thing is..

On Halloween, the spirits are restless.

So now her spirit is still here, protecting this house, waiting for her parents to come home......

 

She tilted her head and gave him a soft smile.

-Welcome to my home.

He looked at her in disbelief.

The floor underneath him crumbled and with a scream he fell into the cellar.

Giggling she skipped down the staris.

-Oh you silly silly boys. Hi hi hi hi....Every year it's the same... But I always follow the rules and warn you.. Over and over again. But does anyone ever listens? Noooooo.. You are all trying to be sooooo brave.... You never believes in ghost.

But in the end,

they all do.......

 

 -Trick or Treat?!

The three boys, all dressed up like Zombies, fanned out infront of Billy, blocking his way.

-Wwwhaat? Billy stepped backwards.

-Trick Or Treat, Billy-Boy, said the leader poking Billy in the chest.

-But this is my candy, Billy said, grabbing his bag thighter.

-Not any more. The older boy said and took the bag.

-No!

-No what?

-It's my candy, Billy said looking down.

-Weeeeeeell, you know what? The older boy said with a grin.

IF you take this rock and throw it at this house, he said pointing at an old abandoned house, you might just get your candy back! Or what do you say boys?

-Yeah, said the other boys laughing.

-But it's a ghost house, said Billy.

-Are you scared? asked the leader.

The other boys made chicken noises and laughed.

-No, lied Billy.

-Oh, you just doesn't wan your candy back then?

-NO! It's my candy! I'll do it.

-Good, said the older boy with an evil smile, and gave him a rock.

Do it then!

With the rock in his hand, Billy slowely made his way up to the house. 

He looked back at the others, as they where hiding in some nere bye busches.

Infron of the house he raised his hand and took aim with a sigh.

-You shouldn't do that, a girl said, softly touching his arm.

-Why? asked the boy.

-The house won't like it. Would you like it if someone threw rocks at your house?

-No, he said dropping the rock.

-Do you believe in ghosts? she asked.

-Yes, he said.. Looking afraid.

-I'm Tessa, she said holing out a small pale hand.

-Hi, I'm Billy, he said and took her hand. She felt soo cold.

They heard some laughs coming form some bushes.

-Friend of yours? she asked.

-Friends? he scoffed.

She picked up the rock and threw it at the bushes.

The boys cowardly ran away.

Billy smiled.

-They wheren't your friends where they?

-No, he said.

She looked at him.

-You know what? I can tell that you are not a bad boy. And if these boys ever bother you again, if you ever, for some reason, need a safe place, just walk up to the house and knock 3 times and it will let you in..

-Won't it be angry with me?

-No, she said. You can always find a safe place here.

-for sure?

-You have my word.

 

25 years later.

Knock, Knock, Knock

-Home sweet home! said Billy as he entered the house.

-Are you really sure we should be living here? asked his wife, still holding their new born child in her arms.

-Yes I'm sure.. I was told once, that if I ever need a safe place I was always welcome here. And what is more worthy of protecting than you two?

The house suddenly seemed much warmer and inviting.

Like it had finally found the family that it had missed for soo long.

But it was always going to keep one eye open.

Just in case someone was ever trying to hurt them.

Especially on Halloween.

-Do you believe in Ghosts?

 

 

 

 

  Happy Halloween   

The Artist - The Big Bang

part 9

 

-Jeff Carr!!! What is the photographer for SportUnite doing on a artshow?

-What can I say. Jenna called in sick. It's an last minut thing.

-Well I hope you are prepared.

-What. Is this going to be big?

-Heeeeck no.. More like the most boring night of the week, including the trafic jam on PX1. I hope you had your coffee.

-Well, that sounds interesting. So what are you doing here?

-You know the piece I did about Jemma's comeback last week? This is the price.

-Oh, that was a great piece! But look at all these journalist and artpeople. Can he really be that boring?

-I had more fun the last time I went to the doctor. His work is soooo Beige. There is nothing new, nothing inspiring, nothing that says that he loves what he does. No passion, no life!

-That's harsh, even for you.

-Well just look aroung. You can find these sort's of paintings in offices, and waiting rooms. They have that sort of bland colors and motives that won't provoce any kind of thought or interest. Even if he claims he using "RobsonRed". Wich I don't believe.

-"RobsonRed"? like the serialkiller?

-Yeah. Robson painted with his victims blood. His passion was legendary before he became a crazed killer. But now adays some artist mix in their own blood in the pigment to get a richer colour, and it's called "RobsonRed".

-And this guys does that?

-I would guess thats just talk. I'll bet that he faints everytime they try to draw blood from him.

-So why are you here? And all these other hotshots.

-Because of who he is.

-What?

- Steve Adler.

-Adler. That name rings a bell.

-AnnaLize Adler was his mother.

-Wow! I've heard about her.

-She was the most talented artist on the rise the artworld has seen in ages. Beautiful and pure, with a depth and soul in her work you just can't learn. You either have it or you don't.

-She died?

-Yes. Only 24. Killed by a mugger. They found her body in the alley on South and Times. She was still protecting her son. They found him hidden underneath her body.

-So now he is using his mothers namne to create a name for himself?

-Well, I have to say no about that. And that is the only positive thing I will say about him. His love for his mother is real and he never uses her name to get attention. He never brings her up in interviewes, and when they ask about her (and they always do) he answers politely and change the subject. He really want to make it on his own merrits. Just too bad he isn't that good.

-Must be hard to live under that kind of shadow.

-Yes. An artist like her is once in a lifetime, if you are lucky.

 

-Hi and welcome to my artshow. I'm sorry for have keeping you waiting. I just had to put the finnising touches on the final piece.

I am Steve Adler and I wish you all welcome to 

 

"the inner beauty of man"

 

-Prepare to get bored to death, Mike whispered to Jeff.

They followed the Arist though a big double door.

When the last person entered, the doores closed behind them with a klicking sound, revealing it was locked.

But no one noticed.

 

No one heard the screams through the thick walls.

But the explosion was heard miles away.

 

-It is utter chaos, I haven't seen anything like this. What the HECK happened here?

-We are still trying to get an appreciation of the situation. This is and old factory so there is a big area to cover, and we still don't know if there is any more explosions to come.

-Do you atleast have an Idea what have caused all this?

-At this moment it's just to early to say, however, old factories might still have chemicals and other....

-Captain! We think we have found something.

-What is it.

-It seems like this whole place was rigged with explosives!

-Somebody call the bomb squad! And have all unnecessary personal evacuated until futher notice. What tha HECK is going on here?

-Captain!

-What now?

-We might have survivors.

-How many?

-2men and a dog.

-Who brings a dog to an artshow? Where they standing too close when the building blew up? Do they know what caused all this?

-They where inside of the building with the other. You can't believe what they are saying. It seems....

-Captain!

-What now? Do you have a number about victims? Are there more survivors?

-Well... we have a problem counting the bodys.

-What tha heck are you talking about. You have seen victims fom explosions before.

-Yes Captain, but we have the list of people that are suppose to be here.

-And?

-The numbers don't add up.

-How do you mean? Are there so many missing?

-Not just that.

-Then what?

-We haven't found everyone at this point.

-Well that is expected, so what is the problem?

-We have more bodies than people missing.

-What?

-There are many more bodies in there than it should be.

-Last minute invites?

-Well...

-Spit it out!

-They seem to have been dead before this.

-Isn't that a bit early to say?

-Well, some of the bodies have been mutulated.

-Who's artshow was this?!?

-Steve Adler.

-I've heard that name before.

-Well, his mother was AnnaLize Adler.

-No, just not that. Wait.. Steve Adler. Steve Adler. Oh F#(K.

-Who is he?

-He is the great grandsone of Art Robson.

-The serialkiller?

-Yeah, he was an artist too. "RobsonRed". Have you found Steve Adler?

-Not yet Captain.

-Inform the bombsquad when they get here. I'll inform the police.

-Yes Captain.

 

 

The end

 

*All names and streets and everything in this story is from my own imagination. Any similarity to real persons or events it purely coincidental.

 

 

 

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  The Artist - The Garden of Eve  

part 8

 

It was an almot perfect Sunday afternoon.

The sun was shining and only a few clouds moved lazily along the clear blue sky.

He stepped outside and let his bare feet touch the grass.

He inhaled deepely.

His garden.

His beautiful garden.

He walked up to his pride and joy.

A rosebush filled with the most perfect and fragrant White roses.

He lovingly foundled the roses and let his toes dig deep in the rich soil.

-Hi Steve!

-Hi Fred.

-See you're enjoying the wonderful weather.

-Yeah, it has done wonders to my garden.

-Yeah! And your roses! But I have to say, they really look extra beautiful this summer.

-Yeah, I've been lucky.

-Absoultely, but as much time as you spend there I would say it takes a lot of hard work and love too.

Steve just smiled.

-I'm soo sorry we can't make it to your artshow by the way. We where really looking forward too it.

-Family comes first. Don't think about it. It will mostly be boring art critics and other from the art world there anyway.

-Yeah? But we always love your openings. Is it going to be big?

-Let's just say I've been busy this summer. He winked.

-Oh sounds wonderful. But we can always catch it later couldn't we?

-Well, most of my paintings will probably hang for a while but some of the instillations will most likely just be there for the opening. It's my lil surprise.

-Oh, sounds intriguing.

-Let's hope that the critics think so.

-You know they always love your work. Oh and about that. Emma just Loved the painting you gave her for her birthday.

-I'm so glad to hear that. I know how much she loves that puppy.

-Yeah it just broke her lil heart.

-You haven't heard anything at all?

-Sorry to say, no.

-I'm so sorry to hear that.

-Yeah, me too.

-How about I borrow the painting for my opening, and let everyone know that the pup is missing?

-Would you really do that for us?

-Ofcourse!

-Thank you so much. You really are a true friend. Well, I'm off. It was nice catching up. How about a BBQ the weekend after the big even?

-That sounds great IF I'm not working...

-Will talk later. Bye!

-Bye.

He took a deep breath.

Inhaling the special scent from his special rose.

Grabbing the stem. Almost wishing the thorns would rip thru his flesh so his blood could fertilize the soil and become a part of his garden.

His garden of Eve.

He smiled.

 

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The Artist - Dinner by Candlelights

part 7

 

With a careful hand he adjusted the flowers and then he lit the candles.

It looked amazing!

The room had the right size for his vision and it looked both inviting and romantic at the same time.

It was an average sized long table set for one.

The placement gave it a sort of "the last supper" feeling.

It was a dinner for gluttony and looked the part.

The table was filled with all sorts of different sausages, swedish style meatballs, ribs, toung, heart, and infront of the guest of honor, on a bed of rice and wild muschrooms laid a finely sliced fillet.

All hand made ofcourse.

And so was the candles.

He knew that his culinary skills left much to desire but he had poored his heart in to this and that was the main thing.

You could see the love in the food.

He really wanted to use as much of the body as he possibly could.

Even the skin was saved and safely stored in the meat freezer in the back of the room.

The plates and silverware looked expensive even though he had to settle for some cheap options not to draw to much attention to himself.

Making the candles had taken some time to say the least, but it was amazing what you could find on the internet just by googling "home made candles".

He was glad that he had some fat saved from earlier works.

Just the making of the tallow was time consuming, but then to turn it into wax was more work than he had anticipated and for a moment he questioned himself if this really could be done.

But he did it.

He even had a few scented ones, allthough since this was a "dinner" he had to use scents that was not over powering and fitted the theme.

Just a hint of Rosemary and Thyme did the trick and he placed them around the room and not on the table itself. Those candles was unscented.

The skeleton sitting at the table was as white as he could have made him and actually wore a black silk tie for the occasion.

He had thought of doing the scene as a romantic dinner for two, but in a way this was more powerful.

A single individual in a meatfest for one.

And he himself was the dinner.

Some could call this an environmental piece.

Man eating himself, not realizing that in the process we are destroying ourselves.

or

by using everypart there is, it's less waste.

But for him this was just a laber of love.

His work was soon done.

This was his second to last piece.

 

He called this.... Dinner by Candlelights.

 

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