Edward Scissorhands Artwork Novels & Stories

Creed again checked inside the compartment, but he found nothing else. When he looked at the 2 feet tall scissors, its debut as a weapon thoroughly disappointed him. The scissors' shape looked almost exactly like any metallic scissor except for its size. Excepts for its elegant design and a mysterious blue luster that was coming out of the miniature inscriptions all over its body. The scissors were almost the same size as his arm. The handle of the scissors looked exquisite and felt as if they have been crafted by an experienced craftsman. Even the mere handle looked like the hilt of an elegant sword.

Whoever had done the work was a fantastic artist. He stood perfectly still, but his hands clenched, muscles quivering beneath my touch everywhere my hand roamed. My fingers trail down, following the design as it flowed down the left side of his body to his abs. It was free, fluid with gentle curves. A combination of hard lines but also soft florals and swirls amidst dangerous embellished claws that looked more like art than paws. I was disappointed to realize the design disappeared down past his waistband where I could no longer see it.

“Little doodles. Is this what passes for art these days?” The sketch that Aurelius had held with such reverence, that he’d seen as capturing light in dark places, looks small and amateur in Scarlett’s manicured fingers. She examines it with the kind of theatrical disdain that suggests she’s performed this particular cruelty before. “I’m sorry, that’s confidential,” I say quickly, reaching for the paper.

His hand remained on my lower back, and I couldn’t take away the awareness of his body so close to mine as we headed to the art gallery. It was a white space filled with beautiful art pieces, sculptures, of many kinds. There was an abstract picture of a woman, it seemed like a woman, whose hands were above her head, and someone else’s hands covering her exposed breasts and pussy. She stared right at me, her lips parted open. It was dark, erotic, and I felt James behind me as I stared at the picture, the feel of his aura behind me, his touch on my waist, everything was too much.

Professor Mason's heavy sigh was like a massive boulder dropped into a calm pond, instantly drawing the attention of the surrounding students. When they got a clear look at the piece on my easel, sharp gasps echoed throughout the room. Their young faces quickly twisted with sheer disbelief and heavy, undeniable disgust. On my drawing paper, beneath a grotesque, terrifying pair of giant eyes weeping tears of blood, two hideous, skeletal hands tightly gripped a thin black wire, strangling and binding a blurry, shadowy human figure. Hanging from one of those wires was even a mangled, severed limb. I hadn't given the imprisoned figure any eyes; instead, I had viciously gouged out two pitch-black

They seemed to be branches, some with neat, dark leaves, others bare, some with flowers and others with closed buds. “An old friend of mine was an artist. This is his work. Theodore also had something done by him, a phoenix, I think.” “It’s beautiful, I said and almost instinctively reached out and traced my fingers against his skin. The moment I did, he grabbed onto my hand, frightening me in the process and snapping me out of my trance.

Dieter stood a few feet from the drawing and hugged herself. Edward received acclaim for the first time, so he was even more inspired. He moved his painting room into another room. He asked people to break down the door so that everyone could see what he was doing with his other great works. Opposite the empty door, Edward hung his drawing of the demon's eye.

Scarlett’s POV Spending the next few days at home proved to be easier than it was. I poked through pictures of art pieces and their cost prices, looking through whatever histories they had, where they came from, and how best to make them even more appealing. Some of the pieces were not even art, I figured after looking through a few pictures the curator sent to the brand new iPad Aiden got me and said I was supposed to work with. I saw pictures of a khopesh, a weapon which looked very similar to a scythe, so much that the resemblance was uncanny. It was to be shipped in from some museum in Egypt, and I was already drawing short presentations on how to make it seem more appealing.

Making Takeshi gaze move towards the hand of the body his reopened wound on his wrist. “Why can’t I just take that pretty tongue hush it will look so beautiful for my new artwork” Ryuu watches the smile fades off from the face of Takeshi. From the coner of the eyes, the boy looks over the sculptures over the coner of the room with the different shapes and sizes. Some of which was the head of the women smoking, the one hand holding the glass of pen, or the fingers in the shape of the house, eyes nose, legs running and etc.

Hovering over him, Iripped his shirt in half and began carving him up like a Christmas ham. "I cut him up so bad, Alfie's words to describe it was'A Sinister Masterpiece'. That's when the art collection began. Even after i knew he was dead, I couldn't stop. The feeling of the blade in my hand, slicing through his flesh was so empowering. It was like my hands were the blades. I could feel his muscles and skin being torn and ripped to shreds through the handles of my blades. When I was done, his chest was nothing but strips and scraps of flesh, muscle and bones.I could clearly see his rib cage.It looked like he was mauled by a rabid animal.Pieces of him were scattered all around me.