Michael mixed the colors on the palette, though he almost went too dark because he was thinking about how the saying “do what you love and you’ll never work another day in your life” was utter bullshit.
He had loved being an artist since childhood, but the idea of barely covering his bills each month, never getting the opportunity to travel, and having little time or energy left to create the pieces he was truly passionate about saddened him.
After entering a couple Toughman competitions and winning, he saw his fists as keys to unlock the freedom he desperately desired.
Word Count: 100
Prompted from Friday Fictioneers at: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/07/22/with-dream-awakened-eyes/.
Prompted from MMA Storytime’s 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/07/19/100-word-flash-fiction-challenge-28/.
I feel like there is so much meaning to this one in terms of how we sometimes value violence over beauty. And at the same time there can be beauty in that. Interesting!
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Thanks for checking it out!
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Needs must when the devil calls the tune, I suppose
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Cool story. it makes me want to play the S&G song “The Boxer” in the background. 🙂
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I could see that.
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Now he paints the mat with blood. Your story tells the gritty reality of life.
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I always appreciate your feedback!
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Thanks!
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