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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 2:42 pm
heart In the land of love and passion, there lived a lonely painter named Perrier. He lived on a hill out side of the lovely town, alone, painting images of all sorts of things. Perrier never really could find a woman worth loving. With each passing day he grew older and older. By now he was 33 years old and getting to the age that he has lost all hope of finding the right woman for himself. Perrier still went on dates with girls, still in search of that one girl. But he would leave each date disappointed, for each girl he goes out with ends up not being the one for him. Witch is why he has lost all hope of finding the perfect woman.
One day in the middle of the winter, Perrier was sitting around thinking about his next painting after finishing one of the scenery outside, when it hit him, “Maybe I should paint a picture of the perfect woman”. With that, Perrier made up his mind on the next painting; he would paint the perfect woman. Perrier started right away, first painting a gorgeous background over the entire canvas of a beachside sunset, to set the mood for the ideal girl. Next he started painting the perfect girl, beginning with her outline. Once he had her body outlined he started filling her in, from her head working his way down to her feet.
At the conclusion of the summer months, Perrier finally finished the painting. He stepped back from the canvas and marveled at his wondrous creation. Perrier took the painting and mounted it on a wall in his bedroom, so that when he falls asleep it can be seen. There it stayed for quite some time, and Perrier constantly found himself stopping what he was doing, and walking into his room to look at the painting. Perrier would look at that painting with his eyes glazed over with passion and lust for the girl in it.
After some time he stopped going out on the town, and socializing with other women, for he had gotten obsessed with the painting of the perfect woman. Soon Perrier did not even leave his home on the hill, because he would be going to far from the painting. This behavior continued for a year after the completion of painting. Ever since he completed that picture, all he could paint was different variants of her wearing different things, and standing in different backgrounds.
One day when Perrier left his home to go out and get food and firewood for himself, something unusual happened wile he was out. The sky’s started to darken, thunder was herd in the near distance, and all the wind around ceased to blow. Now that was not the weirdest thing about that day. Little did Perrier know that while things were weird outside, it was weirder at his home. In his quiet house there sat the painting of the perfect woman on his bedroom wall. When a bolt of lightning struck the house with a deafening “CRASH”, that sent a wave of electricity threw the house and converged on the painting. In a display of sparks the painting started to glow with this yellow tint, and all of a sudden the woman in the painting reached out with her hand and grabbed the picture frame. She then pulled herself out and as she did so she grew until she was equal to a human woman’s size.
Perrier returned home after getting the food and firewood he needed. But when he opened the door to the house he dropped everything he was carrying and took a couple of steps backwards, for inside the door stood the woman from the painting in the living flesh. Perrier could not believe his eyes; the perfect woman was standing only five feet in front of his nose. He quickly leaped inside the house directly into the woman’s arms for an enormous hug. After a couple of minutes had past he turned around and picked up the things he had dropped and returned into the house and shut the door. That was the last any one ever heard or saw Perrier again. heart
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 11:16 am
Pygmalion surfaces again? That's ok - I was with you up til the ending. Was it a happy or a sinister one? Did his life end or did he jump into the painting with her?
And checking spelling is always wise...like using "heard," not "herd." wink
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