"Oh dear! That is superb! I just knew you had it in you!" my art professor said to me in her loud, scratchy voice. I stared at the drawing and just couldn't figure out what she was seeing in the damn thing to call it "superb".

"Really?" I muttered out loud and it sounded even more skeptical than I intended.

"Yes, Mark! It's absolutely superb... the symbolism of emptiness, the way it suggests that society is frail and... the composition! the colors are just incredibly full of emotion! it's simply touching!"

In the mean time, Kelly, the class genius, came to take a look and started nodding enthusiastically to our professor's words.

"The way you made liquid and material blend together in the texture of the scales is incredible. The elements are brought together." she added. I stared at my drawing with narrowed eyes.

"It's a fact now!" my professor said excitedly "You have a talent for symbolism. Stop trying your hand at erotic nudity, it just doesn't fit you and it's so outdated..."

I was giving her and Kelly a death glare but they were both ignoring me completely as they walked away discussing the messages hidden in the contrasting colors I used for the dead, floating fish I drew. Ben leaned over from his own painting and asked me if I had really thought of all those things.

"Of course not!" I growled under my breath.

"Huh? Then why did you draw it like that? She just told you to draw something aquatic themed."

"Because I hate it. I hate drawing landscapes and animals and buildings and almost anything that is not flesh and sex and seduction. Drawing is like making love and I don't want to make love to a fish."

"Still don't get why you drew a symbolic dead fish...." Ben said after a few seconds of silence.

"Because. Because I hated our professor and hated the fish and felt homicidal so I just killed the one I could. I killed the damn fish.........."

AN: My friend, Scarlet H., found a cute site (more like online application, though) called "write or die" that forces you to write something and write it fast… (the address is . ) and I was fooling around on it and wrote this in about 16 minutes (though I did edit it a bit afterwards, too :P). She seemed to find it very funny so I thought it wouldn't hurt to post it ^^