The Artist
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Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,380
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2
Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Artist [2]
The Artist
By Lindsey
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[2]
Robert – dark hair, 6’2, average, mid to late forties
Amanda – wax doll, size of a full grown woman
“She is the love of my life I could never give her up no matter how long she stays angry with me. I often think about the night we met, the way she smiled at me, because as time goes on, that flame that I once loved about her is gone. Is it something I did wrong?”
An Argument.
The soiled dress lay across the floor where he left it after the accident during dinner.
“Amanda!” He called into the other room, “I think it would be a good idea if we stayed in tonight. We could watch an old movie perhaps? I know how much you love the classics. He joined her in the living room by the wooden coffee table. “More cream, my darling? Mine was a little strong.”
Amanda stared back at him without a word.
“Darling please don’t be cross with me about last night.” He rubbed her hand, “You look fine and I promised to buy you a new dress when I go into town tomorrow. You can even get your hair done I’ve been meaning to have if cut.” He ran his hand threw his hair nervously and brought the steaming coffee to his lips. “I wish you weren’t so quiet, Amanda, I miss your voice.”
Silence. Cold blue eyes stared into his, into his very soul.
“You love to torment me so,” he sighed heavily, “haven’t I given you everything!?” He slammed his coffee cup onto the table and stood up, “All I ever wanted was to make you happy to make you love me and only me for the rest of our lives.” Robert stared at her for several long moments and broke down, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry, my darling, I’m not angry at you at all.” He stroked her blonde locks and buried his face against her neck. “I miss you. I miss the way you were before all of the bad things happened.”
By Lindsey
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[2]
Robert – dark hair, 6’2, average, mid to late forties
Amanda – wax doll, size of a full grown woman
“She is the love of my life I could never give her up no matter how long she stays angry with me. I often think about the night we met, the way she smiled at me, because as time goes on, that flame that I once loved about her is gone. Is it something I did wrong?”
An Argument.
The soiled dress lay across the floor where he left it after the accident during dinner.
“Amanda!” He called into the other room, “I think it would be a good idea if we stayed in tonight. We could watch an old movie perhaps? I know how much you love the classics. He joined her in the living room by the wooden coffee table. “More cream, my darling? Mine was a little strong.”
Amanda stared back at him without a word.
“Darling please don’t be cross with me about last night.” He rubbed her hand, “You look fine and I promised to buy you a new dress when I go into town tomorrow. You can even get your hair done I’ve been meaning to have if cut.” He ran his hand threw his hair nervously and brought the steaming coffee to his lips. “I wish you weren’t so quiet, Amanda, I miss your voice.”
Silence. Cold blue eyes stared into his, into his very soul.
“You love to torment me so,” he sighed heavily, “haven’t I given you everything!?” He slammed his coffee cup onto the table and stood up, “All I ever wanted was to make you happy to make you love me and only me for the rest of our lives.” Robert stared at her for several long moments and broke down, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry, my darling, I’m not angry at you at all.” He stroked her blonde locks and buried his face against her neck. “I miss you. I miss the way you were before all of the bad things happened.”