Username: Peppermint Mist
Name: Sol
Time they persevered (500 words max):The deadline for the contest was only a few hours away but now his piece was ruined, all it had taken was a simple jog of the glass of water he was using to clean his brushes and that was it, Sol was tired, bone tired. He’d been diligently working on his piece for about a week but admittedly he had forgotten about it for a short while whilst stressing about essays and schoolwork, but he had been proud of the progress he’d made. But then realised how close he was to the due date and so many sleepless nights ensued. His eyes stung throughout the day and his muscles ached from being in one position, and this particular night fatigue had swept over him leading to his clumsiness.
He was so sure that the competition would bring him the success he wanted but that was now disappearing into a watery mess. He watched in silent horror as the colours blended into one and created a sickening brown pool. He almost fell out of his chair as he desperately rushed to grab a paper towel to fix the damage but the colours smudged into the paper in a way he didn’t want them to. His shoulders slumped and hot tears began to trickle down his face and he shakily brought up his hand to wipe them away. He returned to the kitchen to get a glass of water and, sipping it slowly, he turned towards the window. The sky outside was dark but getting close to early morning. Sol opened the window and felt the gentle breeze swirl around him and it helped to calm him and a few minutes later he returned to the ruined piece with a new sense of determination.
Some hours later Sol stepped out of the building and breathed a sigh of relief, he had managed to finish and enter his completed piece just in time. It wasn’t the best piece he’d ever produced but now it didn’t matter if he won or not. There would always be other contests to enter. He slowly trudged home, looking forward to collapsing into his bed, even though he hated how uncomfortable it was, at this moment he just didn’t care. Right now he could sleep on a rock if it meant he could get some rest. As he passed by the street he had painted he stopped for a moment, smiling softly to himself, it looked so different in the daylight, and everything had a ‘morning glow’. He’d painted the street at night but now the stark contrast between dark and light surprised him. The sunlight spanned either side of a tall building and Sol stepped forward to stand in its rays, he stood there for a while, just soaking in its gentle warmth.
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