Painter Theme Novels & Stories

It was nice and was helping my creativity, and soon the dark Fall ocean appeared on my canvas. Thomas got up from his chair to look up close what I recreated only with pencils. It wasn’t a sketch. I made it like a black and white photograph, doing a very good job with the shades. “This is stunning!” he exclaimed, but then wrinkled his forehead. “But why don’t you use paint as you do in school?”

I said in reply with a whisper, "In exchange of mine." ----------------------------------------- Present Lyanna took pictures of the fair with such peaceful smile, I asked, "You really do love arts, don't you?" She replied, still immersed with her photography, "I like it when colors combine at its full saturation." "But you're turning a collage that's in black and white?" Lyanna snickers, "I found it fitting to my theme- it looks magical despite the monochrome." Suddenly a group of thugs surrounded her, I squinted my eyes as I grit my teeth, one of them actually had the nerve to grab Lyanna's hand roughly. I immediately grabbed his hand with a glare.

"It’s a trading gala—packs will bond and alliances will be formed." The painter nodded in understanding, already visualizing the design—simple yet elegant. "Any thoughts about the color theme?" the leader asked. Logan paused for a second. In his mind, the leader probably had a good vision of what would look best. He heaved a sigh and a small smile curled on his lips. "It’s a golden theme, but I want you to create something new, something that shows the importance of these alliances," he added, and the painter grinned. "Leave it all to me," the man said confidently and got to work.

I smiled again, "Usually, the canvas already has a theme sketched out, just like mine. But I specifically asked for a plain one for you." "Why?" He asked. "So you can paint anything." I shrugged. "You can paint a rainbow, a sun, a tree. Just paint whatever you want." The theme sketched out on my canvas was a sunset on a beach. I wanted Dean to paint whatever he wanted because he was kind of on a professional level when it came to painting. So, I just wanted him to tap back into that feeling, because he mentioned before that he hadn't painted in a while. "Can I paint you?" He smirked.