Okay, so I think I might start writing some short stories along the lines of a particular theme, which would be different each time. Today's theme is imagination (as shown in my very unimaginative title) please vote and comment, or check out my actual story, The Girl She Dreamt She Was, if you don't already follow it that is :) xxx
I am sailing on a wild ocean, the ships, mast creaking in the strong wind. Below me, deep sapphire waves crash against the wooden vessel, yet I do not feel fear. I fear nothing. The wind may be strong, but the mast is stronger. The waves may be ferocious, but my ship is sturdy. I laugh as the boat ploughs for the shining blue and silver waves, the spray sprinkling gently onto my face.
Behind me, the enemy ship slowly sinks into the depths, it's crew floundering helplessly in the icy sea. I almost feel sorry for them, but then I remember that I am a pirate, and pirates do not feel sorry for the enemy! Just as we fly over another mountainous wave, my fellow pirates now laughing with their captain, we-
"Mr Abbot! Could please return your attention to the lesson please!" Mrs Carmicheal stalked back to the front of the classroom, leaping straight back into her lecture on osmosis. Osmosis. In my mind's eye, I watched her slowly diffuse away like the particles she was trying to describe, and in her place the fire-breathing, blood thirsty monster that she really was stood. She roared at the class to pay attention, or she would skin our eyeballs and roast our kidney's to eat along with our ears. But of course, my trusty crossbow and I soon sorted her out.
I smirked as the teacher continued to blabber on at the group of teenagers about proteins and particles. Oh, the powers of the imagination.
