Mario Paint Novels & Stories

"We haven't seen you in so long! Come in, come in!" Mario gave another good-hearted smile and stepped inside. He looked around the cozy building, proud of his parents' house. It definitely had a homey feeling to it; decorated with paintings of nature and all, photos of the family, grandchildren and nieces and nephews. Mario felt at home the moment he stepped inside. "Paul!" His mother shouted down a hallway. "Paul! Mario's here!" "Whatzat Marie?!" A voice boomed back. "Quit your yapping, I'm trying to get some work--"

One that I would want cherish forever and the funny thing about colors is in different light, they all seem so different. I have no idea what I should trust. "It's getting darker, I'll prepare dinner. See you downstairs little lady." Arthur remarks as he leaves. I fixed my canvas and everything else removing my apron filled with dry colors of paint and just as I head downstairs, I heard a loud gust of wind. It's Arthur's dragon form. I was greeted by a girl in hoodie and pink hair, she says in a cheerful tone, "Greetings, dragon bride, I am Mitch, Arthur's underling and I'm here to protect you in his short absence."

He stopped me from asking further questions, but one thing I knew was that someone was there, and whoever that was needed help. I was alone in my room when I felt the need to draw something. But I didn't have a sketchbook. The old one was full. So, I decided to ask Mario who was waiting outside my door. "Do you need anything?" he asked for the third time today when I peeked out my head through the door. "Yeah. I need a sketchbook." "Fine." Then he left to get it. A few minutes later, Mario came back. I opened the door and saw him with a sketchbook, pencils and colour palettes.

Barely had he completed the sentence when a young woman with long dark hair came running towards us with a handful of paintings. “Is that her?” I whispered to Mario. “Yes,” he affirmed. “Affordable paintings for you, pretty lady. Please take a look, I'm certain there's something you'd like,” she said, then she paused at Mario as if she recognised him. “It's good you remember me. What happened to the money my boss gave you last year? Weren't you supposed to open a gallery or something? Better your life instead of hawking paintings?” Mario asked harshly.

The paint dried quickly, not smudging or distorting if Mhairi accidentally caught a patch she didn’t mean to. Several times I ran my finger over it, expecting it to feel strange, but it was only slightly rougher than my normal skin. Whoever had designed this paint had done a good job. It was only as Mhairi knelt to continue the design downwards from my stomach that either of us hesitated. Her cheeks flushed briefly as she brought the paintbrush down, creating a branch that travelled down my sex.

It was painted white. By the time Mario arrived, he saw the man walking into the house after he unlocked the door. Mario alighted from the taxi he boarded, paid the driver, and hurried after the man. He pushed the door open, which was left ajar. As he walked in, the house seemed pretty normal to him. It had normal furniture, nothing out of the ordinary. Except that he saw no pictures on the wall, only a canvas of a beautiful tree with red leaves. Then something caught Mario's attention.