Paintbrush X Lightbulb Novels & Stories

I got pencils, erasers, sharpners, rulers, makers, colored pencils, canvas sheets, canvas pads, some scissors, oil paints , glue, glitter, oil paints and some water colors. I grabbed one of each type of brush that they had, along with two bowls to put water in. I also picked up an apron like smock and threw it in the cart. Hm. I think that's it. Running down the mental list in my head. I checked off everything that I already had, Alexander grabbed the easel from the front of the store and Alexander paid for everything, before we walked out of the store, towards the truck. We piled everything into the truck, before climbing in and pulling off.

He placed a gallon of paint on the counter. "Navy Blue," the man said. "Satin finish." "Good choice. For a bathroom?" "For a bedroom. It induces REM sleep." "Right. Anything else?" "I require a brush. High bristle count. Natural fiber. Synthetic leaves streaks." "Aisle 4." The man went to Aisle 4. He came back with a brush. He inspected it closely. "This ferrule is loose," the man said. "It will compromise the stroke precision." "It's a five-dollar brush, buddy. It puts paint on the wall."

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."