You may or may not have noticed by now, but my story has no plot. (*coughcough* yet *cough*)
I wrote this too close to deadline. Something will actually happen in the next one, I promise. (Also, I'll promise a post that requires scrolling. Those are better, honestly.)
Prompt: --
Vocab: fallacy (n), fabricate (v), forum (n), fastidious (adj), frivolous (adj)
Grammar Focus: use parallel structure to organize a list of verbs, who's/whose
Isaac Bade-
And there I was, once doodling, now fabricating. The page was quickly covered in rough, seemingly frivolous outlines. I didn't really know what I was drawing, but...it was something. I guess.
I'd never been very fastidious when I drew. Usually it was in pen, and when I made a mistake, I just hatched and scribbled and drew over it. I'd only ever been to one art show, and in their forum, all the art had been...well...perfect. And for some reason...it felt flimsy. Like there was some sort of hidden fallacy, concealed in its perceived flawlessness. Whose are these? I'd wondered. And who's buying? The pieces didn't seem...real.
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