SELF-PORTRAIT Entry in: Write a Short Mystery Story with a Plot Twist
Silver light through glass paneled windows casted elongated shadows that twisted and contorted into the room. It is early in the morning, the sky pale and gray like the cobblestones that littered the path of Edgewood. Within the confines of the cluttered art studio, the artist's presence was an enigmatic force amid a tableau of ordinary objects. The gentle hum of the easel fan lent an eerie rhythm to the room, punctuated only by the occasional creaking of floorboards underfoot. As the artist meticulously blended hues and sculpted form onto the canvas, an unsettling tranquility settled in, juxtaposing the commonplace surroundings with an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
“The hue is not right.” A voice rang from a corner of the room, followed by a soft rustle before another character appeared. She tossed her long auburn hair over pale shoulders, her white dress dancing with every movement. Her brown eyes flashed with stringency, watching the painter like a warden watching a prisoner.
