Timothy the Painter.

Timothy the Painter.

A Story by Kupo
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An innocent boy lives in a guilty world.

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Little Timothy was born to be painter.

When he was little, all he did was paint.

He painted at home.

He painted in kindergarten.

He painted at school.

One day, his friends discouraged him.

It’s bad.”, “It’s pointless.” They said.

But he kept on painting.

He went to high school, here he also painted.

But once again, his friends tried to discourage him.

You’re still painting?”, “Give up and get a real job!” They said.

But Timothy kept painting.

A couple of years later, Timothy was still painting.

He was studying it at the university.

Here, he met people who also painted, and who shared his passion.

Timothy, by chance spotted his old classmates from school.

They were trying to pick up women in a bar.

They looked drunk, with faces of lust on their heads.

One of them spotted Timothy, and called out to him.

Hey! Come join us! I’ll give you a round!” He shouted.

But Timothy was gone, he had to paint.

Some time later, Timothy coincidentally spotted his friends from high school.

They were sitting in a sofa, smoking herbs and staring into the blank white wall.

None of them recognized Timothy, for they were all in a better place now.

Their bodies rotted away before Timothy, leaving only a petty pile of bones.

Timothy went home, with newfound resolve to paint.

And so he did.

© 2017 Kupo


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Kupo
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Added on December 21, 2017
Last Updated on December 21, 2017
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