Out of Sight, but Not Out of Mind
Imagination draft…written, any structure,
Once upon a time, something happened, then someone died everyone cried and grieved the end…
narrative descriptive
-short story, -song -letter -diary entry -story book (can be illustrated) -fable/fairy-tale -myth
-poetry. - Script for radio, TV, film, dramatic scene from a play
well, this one time at band camp I got stuck between two rocks and got suicide bombed 3 times and had to cut off my own arm to survive a tsunami and find my family who got lost at a wedding when the suicide bomb hit, and I rock fell down and jammed their arms and such, the end I had to cut my arm with a blunt Chinese rip off Swiss army knife, I don’t know why I did, because I want even stuck, guess it was just eh pressure I was under,
trailer of the impossible
the hardest battle is often being the one left behind
I woke up, it was all just a dream, well that’s what I thought it was, it was then I realised, I was still here, in the place I least wanted to be, hanging upside down by my toenails, I was alone, no one in sight. It was dark, yet I could see a patch off shimmering light coming through what seemed like the roof, but it was probably the wall it formed a white figure, it was a ghost my mind was telling me, well that’s what I thought, it was coming closer and closer to me, whispering in a weird tone of voice, speaking in a gibberish language, but I can make out a few words, I’m hearing pot, and knife, with a hint of seasoning, Maybe a side of carrots and potatoes. Salt and pepper, that’s all I could make out,
I felt like I was going to pass out, all the blood rushing to my head, I can’t feel my toes, but I DON’T HAVE ANY TOES. Or I think I do, I can’t remember, nothing is making sense, too much blood, its everywhere, but is it mine? I don’t feel any pain, can it be mine? Maybe, I guess only time will tell, the ghostly figure is gone now, I have no Idea where he/she/it went nor do I care, I
Once upon a time, something happened, then someone died everyone cried and grieved the end…
narrative descriptive
-short story, -song -letter -diary entry -story book (can be illustrated) -fable/fairy-tale -myth
-poetry. - Script for radio, TV, film, dramatic scene from a play
well, this one time at band camp I got stuck between two rocks and got suicide bombed 3 times and had to cut off my own arm to survive a tsunami and find my family who got lost at a wedding when the suicide bomb hit, and I rock fell down and jammed their arms and such, the end I had to cut my arm with a blunt Chinese rip off Swiss army knife, I don’t know why I did, because I want even stuck, guess it was just eh pressure I was under,
trailer of the impossible
the hardest battle is often being the one left behind
I woke up, it was all just a dream, well that’s what I thought it was, it was then I realised, I was still here, in the place I least wanted to be, hanging upside down by my toenails, I was alone, no one in sight. It was dark, yet I could see a patch off shimmering light coming through what seemed like the roof, but it was probably the wall it formed a white figure, it was a ghost my mind was telling me, well that’s what I thought, it was coming closer and closer to me, whispering in a weird tone of voice, speaking in a gibberish language, but I can make out a few words, I’m hearing pot, and knife, with a hint of seasoning, Maybe a side of carrots and potatoes. Salt and pepper, that’s all I could make out,
I felt like I was going to pass out, all the blood rushing to my head, I can’t feel my toes, but I DON’T HAVE ANY TOES. Or I think I do, I can’t remember, nothing is making sense, too much blood, its everywhere, but is it mine? I don’t feel any pain, can it be mine? Maybe, I guess only time will tell, the ghostly figure is gone now, I have no Idea where he/she/it went nor do I care, I