"Paint" By Kayla Brining Willow couldn't tell is she was magic or if her paint was or if she was just simply crazy. She had always loved painting; she made sure to paint at least once a week, but none of her paintings had ever moved. Yet here she stood, staring down at her creation and it was waving. \
It was even trying to speak. But of course, no matter how hard Willow tried, she couldn't hear one word it was saying. Apparently magical moving paintings do adhere to some laws of physics. Willow took cautious steps towards the painting, unsure exactly what she was supposed to do. She couldn't throw it out. She didn't want to throw it out. As terrifying and strange and completely insane as this was, she had to keep the painting. It was alive; she couldn't just destroy it. "Can you hear me?" Willow asked The painting just stared. "Of course not," Willow almost wanted to laugh. this was crazy, this was absolutely insane. But still, Willow reached for her paint. and began to make small notepad and pencil for her art, while grabbing her own paper and pencil. As soon as the paint dried, the painting immediately grabbed both items ans simply began writing, It then help up its notepad and asked a not so simple question. "How did you make me?" Willow thought for a moment, but all she could write was "I'm not really sure." All of a sudden, Willow's head flooded with questions. How much did this painting know? Did it have any friends or family? Did it have a name? Why was it alive and why was Willow the one to bring it to life and why had this never happen before and why and why an why? But before Willow could ask any of these questions, the painting asked one of its own. "Can you do me a favor?" "Of course," Willow responded. "Can you let me out?"
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