Miscellaneous stories : The Lost by CD Richards Tiny Tales of Terror Contest contest entry |
A flash of lightning, a thunderous rumble shakes the studio. The stench of something unspeakably vile hangs heavy in the air.... On the floor, a brush and a palette; on the easel a canvas. And on that canvas -- pleading for an end to their torment and suffering -- six wretched figures.
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