A+Work+of+Art

=A Work of Art =

**A**lmost. **B**ut not quite. **C**ardenella bit her lip and looked at the grimly painted canvas, her brush in her hand. **D**usk covered the sky like a blanket, as though someone was snuffing out the sun like a candle.

**E**ven though Cardenella knew what would happen, she couldn't help herself. **F**or some reason, she //loved// painting scenes of death, tragedy, and destruction.

"**G**od," she said, terrified, "why?" **H**orror filled Cardenella. " // **I**DIOT!" //  she exclaimed while slapping her palm against her forehead. " **J **ust when . . . ." //**K **// eeping silent, she walked to her window //. //**L**istening closely, Cardenella heard the screech of tires on the road. **M**umbling, she brushed off the feeling of unease, and she started pacing her room.

**N**ever, she thought, had it started happening this quickly! **O**ver on her desk, she saw her car keys. **P**utting them into her pocket, she dashed through the hall to the living room. **Q**uickly, she ran to the door and started to unlock it. **R**eaching for the doorknob, she heard the screech of tires once again. **S**he threw open the door, and watched in wide-eyed fear as the two cars collided, one smashing into the other, instantly killing the drivers.

**T**his crash was exactly like the one she had painted--the broken windows, the bent light post, and the blood on the windshields. **U**nlike her other paintings, she had not made the drivers anonymous--she had painted her mother and Mrs. Grendel, her neighbor. **V**iolently, Cardenella started trembling. **W**ashing through her body like cold water, dread pooled up at the bottom of her soul. E**x**erted from her lungs came a yell, which turned into a scream, which then became a horrible, unearthly sound of dispair.


 * "Y-Y-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHH!!!" ** screeched Cardenella, tears streaming down her face. **Z**ipping up her jacket, she ran to the very edge of town (a cliff) where <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">she jumped. **A**s she fell, Cardenella thought, "Better off, hmm, the world is better off without me."