Week 4 contender match: Just Write (3-0) vs. oats (3-0) \\ oats wins 7-1

Just Write · 03-22-2014, 02:26 AM

Hi, my name Is Bobby, I used to live in apartment ten
Everyones said i was remarkable with a marker or pen.
I'd never been to art school, but that changed starting in June,
I was a college student now, Supported by an artistic new group.
At this school they specialised in selecting types who were naturally gifted
And housed a faculty shifted to maximize our passions tradition.
So whether a rendition of a masterpiece, or drawing an actual image
They'd teach us techniques to help advance our natural precision.
I was getting pretty good too , I learned how to master contrast & light,
And if your shading is right, you can almost capture it's life.
I'd been practicing nights, though often i wasn't even awake
The mornings were strange, In the corner sat a portrait in paint.
At first I thought someone was playing a game, either Jordan or James
Those were my roomates and to be truthful they were sort of insane!
Anyways i gave it no thought. Just tossed it in a box to lay with the others
And put it in the back of the closet underneath some papers and covers.

But this particular day was different, I discover something crazy about me
It happened in class while I was chatting with a kid named Ralphie.
He started talking about this accident that happened last week,
A school bus went over a cliff and killed a couple of teens.
For some reason it seemed familiar, i just didnt know why,
Then it hit me, the box! I had seen it inside,
I rushed home & opened it up, found the picture & looked at the back of it
I couldn't believe it, it was dated a week before the accident.
Could this really be happening? I flipped through the rest of the paintings
And discovered I predicted the future on numerous occasions.
There was one with a horses. A big "V", roses and a 1st place ribbon
weeks later a thoroughbred won the golden cup, her name was "Vixen"
A picture of a child, cold abandoned, freezing in pain..
...The same boy on the news they found diseased in the lake.
Such a shame, If only I'd known before about my secret skill
I could have stopped so many incidents, & people from being killed.

Over the next few weeks it grew stronger, & I couldnt control it at all
I'd wake to drawings that covered my ceilings and everyone of my walls
Whatever the cause. I hated it, felt anger, and was losing my patience
I mean what good is it to know the future if you can't even change it.
I tried throwing away my art supplies. Figured THAT would solve my problem
the next morning I woke to find food coloring and a candle in a pot dissoving
Seemed there was no resolving the fact that I was cursed with this "gift"
All I could think is "there has to be a purpose." I was certain of it
I was so determined to quit, I isolated myself & didnt see the news
Appears Since my walls were full I had ventured onto the streets too.
A reporter had said how it must had taken a genius to draw it so quick
And raved how it was so realistic, especially the bombs and the wick
If I had seen the news, mom would have never called me crying later that week
Or told me about my 8 year old sister playing with fire crackers out in the street
What she thought was a pickle-o pete, turned out to a block of dynomite
And I sealed her fate just past my sidewalk with chalk that night...

03-22-2014, 02:26 AM	#3
Just Write Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 1,709 Battle Record: 9-12 Rep Power: 4997617	Hi, my name Is Bobby, I used to live in apartment ten Everyones said i was remarkable with a marker or pen. I'd never been to art school, but that changed starting in June, I was a college student now, Supported by an artistic new group. At this school they specialised in selecting types who were naturally gifted And housed a faculty shifted to maximize our passions tradition. So whether a rendition of a masterpiece, or drawing an actual image They'd teach us techniques to help advance our natural precision. I was getting pretty good too , I learned how to master contrast & light, And if your shading is right, you can almost capture it's life. I'd been practicing nights, though often i wasn't even awake The mornings were strange, In the corner sat a portrait in paint. At first I thought someone was playing a game, either Jordan or James Those were my roomates and to be truthful they were sort of insane! Anyways i gave it no thought. Just tossed it in a box to lay with the others And put it in the back of the closet underneath some papers and covers. But this particular day was different, I discover something crazy about me It happened in class while I was chatting with a kid named Ralphie. He started talking about this accident that happened last week, A school bus went over a cliff and killed a couple of teens. For some reason it seemed familiar, i just didnt know why, Then it hit me, the box! I had seen it inside, I rushed home & opened it up, found the picture & looked at the back of it I couldn't believe it, it was dated a week before the accident. Could this really be happening? I flipped through the rest of the paintings And discovered I predicted the future on numerous occasions. There was one with a horses. A big "V", roses and a 1st place ribbon weeks later a thoroughbred won the golden cup, her name was "Vixen" A picture of a child, cold abandoned, freezing in pain.. ...The same boy on the news they found diseased in the lake. Such a shame, If only I'd known before about my secret skill I could have stopped so many incidents, & people from being killed. Over the next few weeks it grew stronger, & I couldnt control it at all I'd wake to drawings that covered my ceilings and everyone of my walls Whatever the cause. I hated it, felt anger, and was losing my patience I mean what good is it to know the future if you can't even change it. I tried throwing away my art supplies. Figured THAT would solve my problem the next morning I woke to find food coloring and a candle in a pot dissoving Seemed there was no resolving the fact that I was cursed with this "gift" All I could think is "there has to be a purpose." I was certain of it I was so determined to quit, I isolated myself & didnt see the news Appears Since my walls were full I had ventured onto the streets too. A reporter had said how it must had taken a genius to draw it so quick And raved how it was so realistic, especially the bombs and the wick If I had seen the news, mom would have never called me crying later that week Or told me about my 8 year old sister playing with fire crackers out in the street What she thought was a pickle-o pete, turned out to a block of dynomite And I sealed her fate just past my sidewalk with chalk that night... __________________ Last edited by Just Write; 03-22-2014 at 02:41 AM.