Stories tagged “imagination”
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the greatest power is imagination
I look at my arm and it’s covered in fire. blue,shiny flames surround it. and it doesn’t hurt or harm me. I can use it. throw it. it flares up when I’m upset and I learn to supress it. I’m the only one who can see it. I wonder ...
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Oi!
Oi! Your voice is in my head! What’s it doing in there? I don’t know if it should be there, Maybe we should get it out. But it silently refuses to leave. It doesn’t distract me, It has good behavior, But when I turn my mind loose Into...
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Daydreaming the Truth
Lately, my fantasy life has taken something of a twist. It started off innocently: I found that by imagining just an extra few steps taken by Shelly from the front counter, I could easily reroute her from the water cooler to my desk. She would look aro...
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To My One True Love
I’ll just open the damn thing and find out once and for all, Zach thought, taking a long drag from his cigarette, and then ramming it into the ashtray. If it’s John, he’s got something comin’, lemme tell you… The letter he...
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That's What the Imagination is For, Isn't It?
Sigh. It felt like only yesterday that we met. Something just seemed to click. We had the same sense of humor, could understand each other’s quirks. I can’t recall when I’ve had such interesting conversation with someone (who is not related to me...
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Once, there were blue fairies.
I used to watch them from my bedroom. Peering out of my window hoping they wouldn’t see me. Little sparks of blue that flickered and shot around the garden, cute little smiles on their faces as they put the flowers to sleep for the night and woke...
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Further (a villanelle)
Wondering quietly how far I should go and how many signposts are there on the way, I feel for the map of my heart and I know its more crumpled edges are tearing, and so I tuck it inside and greet a new day, (still) wondering quietly how far I should g...
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Two sides of the same coin.
We were born together. Our lives were nothing more than a minute apart, but our minds couldn’t be farther. When I saw a looking glass. He saw furniture. When I saw a white rabbit. He saw an animal. When I saw a girl in a blue dress. He saw a chil...
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Accidents Happen (2)
“Let’s play House again!” Nine year old, Charlotte, begs. Nicole stops commanding her invisible army and comes back to reality. “You don’t like playing Castle?” Nicole asks a little disappointed. She loves playing Ca...
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Accepting The Truth (2)
Michael wakes up from his nap around three and quickly looks for his parents, but is a little scared when he can’t find them. He starts to imagine himself as some orphan in the city looking for his real parents. The big buildings he sees are colo...
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Imagination
I’ve always had a strong imagination. You see, I spent most of my years within my mind. So really, it came as no surprise when my imaginings started becoming real. It frightened me at first, because let’s face it, the mind of a twelve year ...
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Reality Pills
Telling my parents about Franz was a bad idea. They sent me to a counselor to help “get my head on straight.” Dr. Slacks gave me a bottle of pills that rattled when you shook it. They smelled funny. Franz told me not to take them. I trust F...
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Stalworth's Rock
But, if Imagination is real, what if it spills over? Trickling into a parallel Storyline, existing right next door. All we have to do is allow them through, and once again Dragons shall walk the streets. Dragons shall fill the skys and oceans. Beware o...
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Stalworth's Rock
But, if Imagination is real, what if it spills over? Trickling into a parallel Storyline, existing right next door. All we have to do is allow them through, and once again Dragons shall walk the streets. Dragons shall fill the skys and oceans. Beware o...
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Stalworth's Mind
Stalworth’s Rock isn’t just a place, but a mindset. Each individual who has opened his door, like I have, falls under their protection. You could very well destroy Stalworth’s Rock, but Stalworth’s Mind lives on inside of the im...
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Stalworth's Affliction
There are many who wish to profit from their link through Stalworth’s Mind, and others who are more malicious in what they choose to do. You cannot blame the dragons for this, they are merely curious of our world. It is much bigger than what they...
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The Dream Thief of Stories
Once I dreamed of a place, where wondrous beings of other worlds did mingle and their coin for trade was universal- a story. I sat in the market place nursing a drink and overheard the following: “We come from weird places, strange and distant, y...
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WorldStorm Express
Here I go again. The train came. It snatched my thoughts away and I can’t retrieve them fast enough. The trail left behind stretches onward for growing miles; I only stop every so often when a fact outshines the rest, and I must let my eyes adjus...
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Dead Dreams
I made a uniform Out of a unicorn And crowned my head with its horn. Then I gave the ace of cakes a taste— Spooning through the glaze Of chocolate spades And heart-shaped blood Dripping from the tip Of my frosting covered club.
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Daffodil-lydallying
Dandelions Freckle the lawn With yellow petals— Where the flower half of my being Always winds up daffodil lydallying
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The Pages of Her Book
She put down the book, with her pen attached to his aura chapter. She paced the courtyard, realizing that she is D’Angelo’s Aura, or at least she could be. She flipped the page, and next to D’Angelo’s picture, she began to sketc...
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Apple Heart
A red delicious Reflects off the glossy Brown finish of the coffee table. Fangs drip warm blood on the floor. Thud Thud thud Inaudible droplets Splash as heavy as heartbeats To the vampire’s sensitive hearing. The apple catches his eye, He feed...
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Daffodillydallying
Basil petals Drift where the Indigo wind settles Over crimson calderas. Slopes of dandelions freckle The flowered faces of our being Embodying j us t daffodillydallying
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Freeze Frame Thawed to Ugly
“I can still see her, like a picture in my brain,” Jerry muttered, half to himself and half to his cube mate, fellow drone, and drinking buddy for the three day weekend. “Shhh,” came the reply from Geils, “is the office st...
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Imagined Memories
The door was open. The sign suggested that it shouldn’t have been, but it was. I always found flights of stairs intriguing and adventurous. I know they say curiosity kills the cat, but I think the cat should be fine as long as it knows karate. Th...