A Masterpiece Novels & Stories

She answered brilliantly, while they rolled the picture of the magnificent design. " Wonderful. Is there any story behind the birth of that masterpiece right there? Because one could argue that there must be something which prompted the birth of this unforgettable masterpiece." He asked, maintaining a professional outlook. " Matter of fact, this piece was sold out in ten minutes upon its pictorial reveal last night and if you must know, I am a proud member of the wait-list for this particular design." He added for good measure.

“It’s art.” “It’s a circle.” “It’s a masterpiece.” “What's Master about this piece? I mean, it’s something even a toddler could do with a crayon.” I gasped. “Take that back.” He grinned. “Nope.” I huffed, crossing my arms. “You have no appreciation for art.” “Sure I do,” he said easily. “I appreciate that someone managed to sell a colored circle for thousands of dollars. That’s genius.” I sighed, resisting the urge to smack him. “You are impossible.”

I tossed the card to the ground and said indifferently, “The payment for this banquet is nine hundred thousand dollars. Please remember to pay what you owe me.” Carlson looked up and said mockingly, “Professor Taylor, aren’t you poor? Five years ago, you were barking like a dog for just a thousand dollars.”

Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ****************************************************************************

"Yes Sir, just a finishing touch!" Carlos answered. "Very good!" A few more hours passed and the four finished painting almost at the same time. Gregorio stood up to look at their painting. He looked at Carlos first. “Beautiful,” said the artist. Carlos’s masterpiece is buildings, it's beautifully colored. The next thing he looked at was Maggie's painting. "Even if you don't like drawing and painting, but you've still made a beautiful masterpiece." Gregorio praises Maggie. The ocean is the one she painted, there is a boat in the middle of the sea.

“I dressed up for it, and I felt insulted. I couldn’t help but get mad. I had a reason, then he told me I needed to behave? I think that applies best to him.” She tenses. “It’s been a long time since the Master locked himself away from the world. You are the first person who made him come out after a decade. What does he look like?” “He’s tall and—” I pause. Oh, no! I remembered I wasn’t supposed to say anything to Ms. Lennie. I promised to keep my mouth shut. Unfortunately, I just told her half of everything. What’s holding you back? “He’s fine,” I add.

"Gotcha, Larry." And as I watch, in a slow exhalation, the air escapes her throat. Her eyes lose their focus and freeze into a sightless stare. "Juliana?" She doesn't move, quite still. No lift to her chest. No flutter to her eyelids. "Juliana?" She doesn't move again. I'm quite alone. No-one knows I'm here. No-one is coming. I gaze into the abyss. And the abyss gazes back. ***** 'The Master's Child' Concludes In 'Natale'

His mother was too ambitious, wanting her son to become a smart and intelligent person and then work for a well-known company, without realizing that life is not as easy as it seems in her head. "Then tomorrow I will be there." "What?! N--no need, Ma. This grand opening is not open to the public, only a few people are allowed to attend." "How strange, then your boss's cafe is only known by certain people?" "Y--yes, the problem is that later the cafe will become a VIP cafe with five stars." "The concept is really weird, where is the cafe?" Chris tapped his forehead lightly, he really couldn't answer his mother's question this time. The questions were many times more difficult than the previou

She nodded with satisfaction. They were really good designers. She thought as she kept staring at a design. "A mother was carrying her child.. running from the war, she could see the fear in her eyes, as if the image was captured Real. But No, it was pure Design.!! The design was more like a Gifted work of Art. "Wow! It's beautiful." She mumbled and took a picture. She looked at each design... and sighed. Tch! She had not even started and was getting nervous.

"Like it? It's breathtaking. You've outdone yourself, Emma." Emma blushed, feeling a sense of pride. "Thank you, Mason. I was inspired." Mason walked closer, his eyes examining the intricate details. "Inspired doesn't even begin to describe it. This is a masterpiece. You're a genius, Emma." Emma laughed, feeling a sense of joy. "You're exaggerating, Mason." Mason shook his head. "I'm not. This piece is going to stun everyone at the exhibition. You're going to be the talk of the town."