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three of our plays summarized.

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Lulu W.I.P

Medea's heart was the same as father's when he killed his own child, raging malice mingled with sporadic love, saying, over and over again.

"Perhaps it would be an act of mercy for me to kill you."

Lungs spread and contracted, craving oxygen. Dense, thin strands of hair tangled with tears framed her face. Acidic odors invaded her nostrils, and the pain ached to crush her heart. Like a newborn chick, Lu opened her mouth and her limbs groped the ground haphazardly. Cement bumped against her head, the cold touch spreading slowly all over her body as she breathed, bright red blood like a python defiling her white dress as she squirmed. The viscous liquid clogged her throat, unable to go up or down.

Leather shoes clattered on the ground, unhurriedly, like a death knell from hell through the earth. Father's body blocked out the halo of light that attempted to filter in through the iron door, his face transformed into fire, devouring Lu’s body like a hellish ghost. Dark red viscous blood dripped down his cheeks to the ground, stirring up waves that engulfed consciousness.

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Practice.

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Practice

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Trying water color again.

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Trying new art style.

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Testing out my first drawing pad.

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The Good Witch

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Last one is different case.

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Mr.Fish.