Gothic Short Stories

The narrow stone street was overshadowed by the tall yellow buildings on either side that weren’t shy about hiding their age. There were trees that grew in places that didn’t have buildings, and those trees also provided shadows on the street. In spite of all this darkness, the street was actually quite beautiful. The buildings, trees, and road all meshed together to form a picturesque and breathtaking view. There was beauty in that street, but the vast majority of the denizens of this city didn’t even know about it. For them, this has been just another narrow street. Yet, as blind to the beauty as they were, they were acutely attuned to the tragedy that happened on that street.
Tragedy unfolds on all kinds of streets, however, this one was special. This tragedy had no death in any form. It had no melancholy, no witnesses, and no mourners. This tragedy began on Christmas Eve, a perfect day to start a horrible tragedy. In one of the buildings lining this beautiful street there lived a woman named Rosaline, but almost everyone she knew called her Rosa. Rosa was a woman of the arts. She relished in painting, drawing, sculpting, even photography, and to top it all off, she had tons of talent. She was so talented that people were scared of her work, said it was too real. …show more content…
She had one situated near the window overlooking the narrow street on account of the fact that she occasionally utilized the passersby as a muse, but this time, as she picked up the brush, she couldn’t grip it. The first time she tried to grab it, she didn’t pay any attention to the brush, but the second time she turned in frustration as she attempted to grip it once again. Once again, she made contact with the wooden handle of the brush, but she couldn’t form her hand to pick it up. Her hand wouldn’t pick it up, and it didn’t take her long to realise that she wasn’t going to paint