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[nowhere man]

This thread is to see who amomg us has the most interesting imagination. Just try to post the most incedibly imaginative thing you can. Once everyone has posted to their contetnt we will hold a vote to see whos was the best. I suggest that Bomadeno go first
NOTE: this is just for fun. I know that imagination cant actualy be measured. This is simply a story telling/picture drawing/anything else you can think of compition. Please just have fun with this.

[Bomadeno]

Erm... no words. Pictures. Sorry xD

And more dimensions than paper allows. I may try and come up with something imaginative though.

[nowhere man]

go ahead and post pictures if you want, whatever you imagination can come up with...then I'll go...

[Bomadeno]

Go when you want I recommend. I will not just come up wiht anything. And by imagination I more meant my capability to imagine things, not my capability to write imaginatively

My imagaintion is in fact rarely tapped for physical uses. Sometimes it is though to prevent oveload. That is why I doodle a lot.

[Bomadeno]

What if the criteria were imaginary?

[Math_nerd]

Then noone could know who won.

[Pimienta]

well here is a story about a whale

oh it's a whale of a tale that could only be seen
it happened on a beach, this side of the sea
it took quite a while to choose the victim
but we hope the sharks weren't hungry
and that he could swim

we threw him in swiftly
so the thought would not enter his brain
and all became quiet as we waited to see him again
breaths were held
and silence was great
until we spotted his head just paces away

He wanted to swim to the next island
but before he got just three centimeters
the great whites were there
they chewed off his leg
then went to his arm
all that was left was his hat
all tatered and torn


We told his wife
it was only for fun
he chose to do it
He wanted to learn
He told us he'd tell us when he reached the next bay
but sadly he was eaten
that very day

[nil]

Lovely poem, good for aquarium.

[Insanity test]

Wandering through clouds of irridecant blue under the blazing furnace of the double suns, I came upon a great chasm carved into the very earth. In it's splintered cliffs were colonies of huge black birds, shreaking with all their might, their wings outstretched, beaks raised skywards and the tremendous wall of sound that assailed my senses near knocked me off my feet.

I totterd on the precipice looking down into that gaping wound, my heart racing faster than I could count and with the slow dawning of recalcitrant terror I felt myself falling, slipping gently as if in some horriffic dream, down, down into the black dispair, the constant wailing of the winged preditors ringing in my ears.

When suddenly I was suffused with light of the purest white and the cumbersome arms I once flapped in feeble terror were clad in feathers of soft snow, bouying me upwards as I took stroke after stroke towards the brilliance of the summer sun and the salvation of the open world.

Looking back upon the tearing crack etched upon the surface of the rock I recalled the terror as if from another world, where to live is to stagnate, and stagnation is no living at all.

[Pimienta]

that was beautiful

[Math_nerd]

I wish i could write like that..... that was amazing

[Insanity test]

Thanks!

Ahh tis only loads of description. Just think of a zany idea, write it out, and add loads of descriptive words. Describe everything.

Eg. instead of saying the clouds in the sky, say:

the floating, formless, sugarcoated pinnicles of snow white cloud, hanging with effortless grace upon the velvet cloth of the sky.

Thats overdoing it a little, but you get the idea. Use fancy words too. like duplicity and perpetual.

Have a go!

[GoodGrief]

“Love,” Madee reflected, “is like a vase of ferrets in the microwave
when you’re out of two minute noodles.”
Pintrub considered this. “They never did take just two minutes, those
noodles.”
“So?”
“So! Do you know how many times I was late for school because of those
noodles? Think how much class time I missed over the years, how much
knowledge I could have gained? Think how that could affect my career
prospects? My chance at self-actualisation? The cumulative effect of
those blasted noodles is mind-boggling! I could end up an unfulfilled,
bored stupid office slave because of those bloody noodles!”
“Dude, you could have just stopped eating them.”
The story having reached a point of conclusion too early for the
author’s liking, it started raining hamsters. Their little innards
gushed out onto the pavement like globs of exploding trifle.
“Oh, how cute.” Madee said. Someone had to make the obvious comment.
“This fondue is an excellent compliment to the theory of relativity.”
“I think it’s rather mucky.”
“It’s fondue.”
“I disagree. No recipe for fondue contains arsenic.”
Pintrub died abruptly.
“I was only joking.”
Her only companion slain by illusory arsenic, Madee decided that it
would be a good day to purchase a basket of tarantulas and some
justice. Using only these materials, she constructed a life-size model
of a thecodontosaurus. It was a bit lopsided.
In a burst of creativity, the author decides to invent an entirely new
character. His name shall be Stanley. He is about five foot two with a
bit of a limp, but nevertheless carries himself with quiet dignity. The
technical details behind carrying oneself bodily will remain here
unexplained. In his youth he had lived in Stanthorpe, and his father
had grown raspberries. There were quite a number of embarrassing
operations to have them removed. Stanley himself had been a complete
loser until he had discovered that he had the power to talk to mosquitos. Following the invention of a pesticide which
completely eradicated mosquitos, this ability became quite redundant,
but Stanley had built up enough self-confidence by then to take on the
problems of an exploding human population. He was now a licensed
killer.
“Excuse me ma’am, our records show that you would have died of malaria
last week if not for the unfortunate eradication of mosquitos. Would
you care to step outside…?”
“Of course.” They both stepped outside, where Stanley was hit by a
falling capybara and died instantly. “Funny old world. Wonder what he
wanted?”
“Bugger!” said a small voice.
Madee spun around in a comical fashion, trying to locate the mysterious
speaker. “Who are you?” she asked apprehensively.
“My name is Thrisleblip. I’m the last mosquito…” And so the saga began.

[Pimienta]

I loved it

[nowhere man]

so far...that ones my favorate
i havnt got around to making mine quite yet but dint worry i will soon