Writing Prompt

“Do you remember when you were a child, whether you were good or bad at painting? __ _Of course, when I was 8, I wasn’t as great as the prodigy who _actually painted the Mona Lisa. __ _Yes, you heard that right. _ __ Leonardo da Vinci, in fact, did not paint our famous portrait. Rather, it was an 8-year-old prodigy, just trying to make a name for herself. __ Her name was Vannea Poverelli. She was close to the real Mona Lisa, the person behind the portrait. Mona Lisa, when seeing her portrait, had refused to believe this 8 year old painted it. __ It was just too good. __ _When she reported it to her dear friend Leonardo da Vinci, he was repulsed by the 8 year old, for unnameable reasons. Obviously he had wondered, _How did such a child become better than I?

What seemed to be innocent, a man of great skill ‘mentoring’ a prodigy, turned out to be so much worse. Days after this prodigy began her journey of learning, she had been found with no pulse and a rather large bruise on the back of her head. Da Vinci was, surprisingly, not a suspect, even as he stole her precious painting. __ _Historians, specifically a descendant of _Mr. da Vinci, have found a journal of these events. After scanning several of his signatures, they can conclude this journal was indeed written by our famous artist. To quote Leonardo, ‘Framing a little girl’s death may seem to be rather difficult or shameful, but when you consider my career, no shame should be taken.’ __ So someone you looked up to, might be even worse than you thought. __ This is Ainsley Decoralatchi, making it known that not all who are famous deserve to be.” __ __ (this was so freaking fun to write for no reason at all. I might write more reports by this Decoralatchi lady. also, none of this is true.)

I want to feel your chest rise and fall. My hand between your ribs, above your heart on your warm skin. Hearing it thump at its own pace. Feeling as your lungs take long deep breaths. Listening to you inhale and exhale. All the while locking eyes with one another. Deep looks.

“It has just been discovered that Leonardo Da Vinci, claimed artist of the Mona Lisa, was not the artist at all! The real painter that made the artwork was an 8 year old girl, by the name of Heather Winterwood. Da Vinci confessed to local police that he had taught little Heather, and when she outdid him with her stunning artwork, he kidnapped her, locked her in a closet, and murdered her. If you know anything on the matter, please report to the police immediately.”

That’s when I realized that they thought I was dead. I was very close to it. He starved me, and when I played dead, he started leaving me alone. One night I picked the lock and went to go get some food. That was why I survived. I’m still in this room. Tomorrow I plan to scream when the police come investigate the house. I might get to see my mother, Mona, again.

Art fans were shocked today as famed artist Leonardo Da Vinci was found guilty of murder. Da Vinci, previously thought to have painted these famed “Mona Lisa.” But it has been revealed that the true artist was 8-year old Katarina Janeway. During a drunken rambling at the local pub, Da Vinci mentioned he had tutored the girl in painting techniques, and was dismayed when her skills surpassed his.

He admitted to his friends that he stole the painted, and murdered the child. He was quickly taken into custody, and awaits trial.

“I do it again!!” He said as authorities hauled him away. “I am the master! No one is better than I.”

The girls parents were not available for comment.

                    The Mona Lisa 

     It is to be believed that Leonardo de Vinci didn’t paint all of his paintings.A small girl that is 8 years old was to believed the painter of the Mona Lisa and that Leonardo de Vinci was jealous and killed the young girl out of rage and took the credit and now we must stop him for taking other peoples work. 

He sat and he wrote until he couldn’t breath he’s choked, sitting there painting and feeling like his hands couldn’t stroke any longer.

He’s so small but he knows this painting is his last there will be no other, so he paints a picture of his mother.

They’ll call her Mona Lisa because they don’t understand her. He’ll paint her because it’s the only person he wants to remember.

So praise Da Vinci, the murderer, for what he has done. Your work is a lie it was at the hands of your son. His blood pathed the way for your recognition. But he went happily for his mother he’s no longer missing.