Four Artists From Another World

'Knock, knock', Nathan knocked as hard as he could on Harry's wooden door, of about 7 feet tall with the broadest smile he displays when he is about to pass on a goodnews. 'Who's there?' replied a tiny voice. Should probably be Harry's sister. 'Why does it always have to be her answering the door?' Nathan angrily thought. As he then changed the tone if his voice, trying to copy that of John's. "Tell Harry it's John and that I want to see him now". Nathan said, but this time, hiding his face from the tiny hole that bored through the old door, so, the little girl won't know it is him. After waiting for about 10 seconds, Harry burst the door open, smiling as hard as his pink lips could reach his ears. "Are we in?" He asked Nathan as though he had been praying all night for a goodnews, which he probably was, telling from his dull eyes that he barely had a proper night rest. "Well,...." Nathan said halfway as Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a nearby parking lot. "Come on

As Harry shoved the door to his home open, he was aback by the scene he stumbled upon. "Whaaaaat???!!! No, no, no, no...." Harry screamed running towards the broken glasses and woods and torn pieces of cloth that lay helplessly on the unkept floor. Tears rolled repeatedly from his eyeballs down to his beautifully rounded cheeks and onto the already soaked piece of canvas. "It can't be....!!!" He wept profusely as he sat helplessly on the floor, his back leaning against the thin air that wasn't enough to hold the young man. At this point, he became unconsciously confused, trying to determine whether it was his heart or his art that has been shred apart. "You will all pay... I'll kill you all..." He screamed as loudly as his mature voice could go after he had successfully gathered the huge amount of remains, and then, dashed towards the direction of his room. Mr. Adam had taken the rest of his family which definitely excluded Harry to Bolton's park in town with his Ferari 250 GTO

"I'm not your sweetheart and I'm not sitting anywhere. Infact, I'm not having your stupid meal. You know what? Take this..." Harry pulled the shirt and the sneakers he wore on his feet and threw it to the ground right next to his older brother. Then with the shorts he wore and the singlet on his broad looking body, he turned to take his leave when his father stopped him. "Harry, look here young man, it's your choice to make. You're a man now and I will not make choices for you. If you think being an artist and painting for years with those fuckin' brushes of yours, will make you succeed, which of course you never will, then SO BE IT! Have it your way" His father said in attempt to scare the young man showing him the harsh reality of life in just 5 minutes. Then took two steps and sat on a log of wood beside the fire they had set. Harry who was now looking emotionless took two more steps away when his mother called "Harry baby, please, listen to your father. There's a better life for

"Woof.. Woof. ." Popsicle softly barked as Sindra and Orcus emerged into the unlocked door and ran towards them for a cuddle. "Hey Nathan. . . we're home" Orcus called out as Sindra stroked Popsicle a sweet soft cuddle on her hairy fur. Sindra bumped on the bed and stared for a while while Orcus stood at the door entrance looking up, down back and frony like he was investigating the house..."Something wrong dude?" So stood up and asked."Hmm, something doesn't seem too right. ." Orcus could tell from the opened door to the halfway painted art fixed to a stand. He paced forward slowly towards the back door but stumbled on nothing! "Where'd he go?" He thought hardly."Hey Sindra, I can tell something feels wired, I don't know, maybe my instincts. . ." Orcus called out to his brother who was now gently following Popsicle to a lower deck of the house through an old creaky stairs. Orcus trailed quickly as well. Pacing as quietly as he could. "I don't think we should go in there Sindra.

"Why! This brush feels so.. . . .." "So, unique like the one Van Gogh used. Where'd you get this from?" Sindra cut Harry as he kept massaging the mystry brush with his eyes now covered. "Got it from a store in Town. Okay guys, you're ready?" Nathan uttered. "We're born ready mister..." Orcus replied "Yeah, Ready is my middle name . .." Sindra merrimented waiting for this moment and ready for it. "Here's yours . . . yours and . . .yours" Nathan disputed the opened jars of paint along with pallettes to each of them. "You're all holding different colours in those jars and are standing right in front of the entrance. . . , I mean the canvas." He sighed gracefully. "You can switch colours at anytime. Now remember vividly guys . . ." Nathan now seriously cautioned as he initiated his blindfold as well."Allow your mind to work. We're known for creating amusing pieces, not because of luck or charm, but because we get our minds toiling. Sindra, Orcus, your mom passed away years ago and