She thought I was talentless, a waste of space. Yet she helped me create my masterpiece. Her skin was always so soft, like rose petals in the summer and though it was a stretch to get it to cover the canvas frame, it worked perfectly. Her auburn hair, smooth like silk, was ideal for a brush, gliding along the canvas, like a blade on ice. And her blood, a crimson-red, was faultless when covering her freckles. She was always so pretty but now she is beautiful, for she will no longer age. She will never leave my side again.
by Caroline Russell (15)
Clydeview Academy, Renfrewshire
Competition - Spine-Chillers
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