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Submitted to Contest #318
CONTENT WARNING - mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation and depression. TRAGIC PASSING OF ARTIST ELIAS WHITMAN LEAVES HIS FINAL WORK TO BE AUCTIONEDCritics often described the great Elias Whitman as this century’s greatest visionary. His work frequently drew comparisons to Picasso, Vincent van Gogh, and Leonardo da Vinci due to Whitman’s extraordinary understanding of color theory. His own agent described Whitman as having had the eyes of a butterfly - able to see billions of hues left unheeded by the regular human eye. Due to this remarkab...
Submitted to Contest #317
Thursday the 21st of August was, by all accounts, a perfectly normal day. Commuters from suburbia made their way into London in the early morning, powered by caffeinated beverages, self-hate and promised riches. They trampled their way through the train stations dotted all over London, leaving no coffee shops untouched in their almost sleepless wake. Even the vending machines weren’t safe from the mindless horde; those that were normally still filled to the brim with useless water bottles were ransacked due to the typically ill-timed onslaug...
Submitted to Contest #316
Someone’s always watching. Crowds form around Dante like invisible chains, and within them, he can always feel each and every gaze on him. It’s a pricking, almost burning, sensation. He wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Even when he makes no eye contact, doesn’t even look at these strangers, they still seem to peer into his soul. Dante can’t help but wonder what they see.Twenty years ago now, Dante was living in a foster home with tens of other boys. No parents, no possessions, not even a pillow. He had no one to rely on, no shoulder to cry on, an...
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