Lightbulb X Paintbrush Novels & Stories

“Well, that’s new.” The painting portrayed a woman pointing a flashlight into a dark corner only to illuminate a man who was holding up his hand to shield himself from her. The poor dude looked as if he had an abundance of hair, long mane, shaggy beard and all. Or maybe it was a bear, not a man. I wasn’t sure. But he definitely didn’t want her looking at him. The quote next to the painting read: Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

"You must think the paintbrush is too thin. Let's switch to another one!" The paintbrush was slowly drawn out, causing me to gasp again. Osborn raised the paintbrush to show me, the red-brown paintbrush was dripping. "Look! You've soaked the paintbrush!"

Brandon found solace in arranging the flowers, in the act of bringing beauty into his home. The walls were next. Armed with paintbrushes and cans of bright, cheerful paint, Brandon set to work. He painted one wall a deep, inviting blue, another a warm, sunny yellow. The living room became a canvas for his emotions, each stroke of the brush a step toward healing. The vibrant colors breathed new life into the space, making it feel like a sanctuary.

suggested Alex while grinning and looking so enthusiastic to open the birthday present he held. Ruby also nodded her head and excitedly Alex opened the first present he accepted. Alex paused and looked at the paintbrush and paint which was a present given by Ruby. His eyes sparkled and wet when he saw the paintbrush. Emotion and touch filled Alex's heart. He did not expect Ruby to give him a brush and paint to paint. This is the first time someone gave him such a present.

In a moment of rage, I seized the trophy from Cody and charged at Sydney like a madwoman. "AAH!" However, the trophy hit Cody's back instead. He pushed hard, and the trophy's sharp edge sliced across my face. Blood stained the carpet as the trophy fell to the floor. "Jenny, have you lost your mind?" In his blind spot, Sydney shook a remote control at me. It was a remote control for a bomb! There were only three minutes left on the countdown! She took out a handkerchief to wipe away my blood, smiling provocatively and triumphantly at me. "Your mother is in the car outside, the same one that hit her and paralyzed her. I specifically bought it back."

Edible? “Why in the nine hells would you require edible paint?” He grimaced, pulling out a handful more. They were all edible pigments—at least twenty distinct hues. His eyes shifted to the brushes, and then the realization hit him like a physical blow to the chest. My surprise. I had requested he return on time because I had a plan for us. “Fuck,” he breathed, dropping the canisters back into the box. I had bought these to experiment with him, and his tardiness had ruined the moment. No wonder I was ice cold.

I tell him. His eyes light up, “really?” I nod, “if you ask nicely.” I go over to the bag and pull out the paint, “did you get paint brushes?” “Oh,” he says slowly. “No I forgot.” Unscrewing the cap I dip my finger into the paint and grin, “guess I’ll just have to use my hands. Strip.”