What if?

Unicorns were real?
I went back in timwe and stopped hitler.
the moon really was made of cheese
Unicorns were for gangsters.
I was born a lady
I was born a unicorn
My teacher was not analien, but someone from another dimension
When you think to yourself you are really just reading your own mind?
Time travel is possibloe, but the earth is always moving, so the time travelers are just floating around in space, dead.
The supermarket was a government conspiracy?
Flu shots were a government conspiracy.
Aliens wanted to invade, then saw how stupid we were and left.
Noodles are really a species of worm.
Video games are portals to other dimensions.
you can't get thru a mirror because your reflection is trying to protect you from something terrible
You're the reflection?



What if unicorns were real?  Would their horn be found medicine;l and used to cure cancer? Or would their existence make them ordinary, rather than magical. I personally think they would be magic as hell. Giving out miracles and flying, but if unicorns could be real why couldn't any other mythical beast? Like the Cerberus Hades' three headed monster guard dog. Or the hydra an enormous snake with an everlasting gobstopper for a head. Or leperahauns! which would mean they would have a pot ofr gold at bthe end iof the rainbow, which means there would have to be and end to a rainbow. WHICH MEANS! The laws of physics would no longer apply. Holy doodle we would have issues, gravity friction, all those rules were bendable.
A bad one would also be Medusa, or the Singh Singh dragon, a name so nice you say it twis, then it burns your field and eats you. And your sheep! Or the lady just turnis you to stone. We would need super heroes after akll, to keep the scary one's from wiping our people entirely. Super man could handle a dragon, but what if he couldn't? Hol strawberries batman, we would be in a jam! But we would have batman, who would develop some super anti dragon destroyer gadget that looks remarkably like lipstick. Then again maybe he would get eaten too, then we would have to get Iron Man, who would probably try to buy the dragon and keep it, so that woukldn;t work, but there is always Hulk. How the doodle did i get here from unicorns? Who cares.



What if i became famous? i would like to think i wouldn't succumb to the same decadancy as other celebrities, maybe i would do advertisements for charity or something. But in truth i would proibably do what everyone else does and buy really expensive cars and big houses. Hopefully i would get to meet other celebrities and try not to flip out. But when i think about being famous the only thing i can truly imagine is what it would feel like not to worry about money. However i am not big into attention so it would be a lot pof hiding and fake beards but sooner or later i would get the hang of it, and though i was famous nobody would know where i lived. I also refuse to live in california, i am thinking mountains, and i will just buy a helicopter and learn to fly it. So i would save on plane tickets. I would also go into space, just once just for fun. Then i would pretend i had a date with Jennifer Lawrence cause Eff logic That's why. Then i would do alot of charity work and try to donate to other people and i would definitely not get arrested for anything ridiculous. Hopefuly.

Standing alone loop #3

When face with the many struggles in life some of us often find ourselves standing alone. The feeling of total abandonment takes over and in the gloom we feel ourselves overwhelmed by a feeling of emptiness each thought resounding in our head like some massive bell. This form of existence cannot be enjoyed by most but simply survived . However, this feeling is often an illusory precursor to a fear that we can't explain, or fight. It is also, completely irrelevant. One is not usually completely alone if you really think about it we always have ourselves for company, but i  am tired of writing this depressing nonsense, our first prompt was fear and it led into this super depressing ryhythm i am ready to be shy of, klet's talk about something happy.

Well i have only one superb answer for laughter, Unicorns are for gangsters.

Fear loop #1

Is it merely the thought of something sinister waiting in the dark that makes us afraid? As i awoke for reasons unknown i stared into the pitch black room, afraid to move or breathe. The cold sweat brought forth from the nightmare was still caught on my skin,  i started to relax, my breathing slowing and pulse declining until i almost felt okay again. I struggled for a moment to remember my dream....


          Standing alone i was staring at the sky, the normally peaceful night was disrupted by a red glow, as if seeing a city from some distance. Even looking straight up i could see the tower, black and tall it loomed in the night sky, brightened by a swirl of clouded thoughts and distant nightmares. There were no physical lights on the tower just a red.....glow. Feeling a push on my mind from something that was not my own i stepped forward, i stood before the massive door waiting to step inside. Reaching forward i rapped once lightly on the steel, It creaked, cracked and swung open in front of me, not the whole door, just a smaller one built into it. Didn't make much sense, but dreams rarely do. This was my thinking as i stepped into the absolute darkness. There is no such thing as "Darker darkness" one can't add shadow only remove light, this being the case i found myself standing in absolute darkness, no light had seen this place for many lifetimes, if not ever. In the stillness and silence i could hear my blood flowing loudly in my ear.

        I wanted to take a step, but was paralyzed by fear, the daunting physical realization that i could be in very real danger was my every thought, what could be waiting for me?. The answer to that question was not only elusive but unpredictable, it ran through my blood bringing a chill of unsuppressed thought, many things vied for first place as a respected name. .

Fear, assignment 3

Fear is said to be the heart of love, but when viewed from an outsider's perspective fear is often the calculation of one's own reflected mind. "Deep into that darkness peering, long i stood there, wondering fearing doubting" an Excerpt from edgar Allen Poe's masterpiece "The Raven" Many times as children we experience  fear. Fear in the unknown, in the imagined monsters residing under our beds, or inside the darkness of our closest spaces. Even as we grow older, our fear in monsters magic and demons never seems to fully subside, some days i wonder what  could see in absolute darkness. In the places where liquid shadow prevails over light in their sanguine malicious dance. What is the meaning of fear? is it simply the reflection of insecurity? Or guidelines for our own mind's survival.? I have speculated many times but never truly imagined i would understand the concept of fear or really wanted to, not knowing in this case is better. It allows a fervent imagination to take hold of something small and make into something terrifying. Like a lucid fever dream we can catch hold of something ordinary in the dark, like a robe on a coat rack or a mop and make it into a monster descending from the ceiling, or a giant spider growing from the drain, here to pick your bones clean and have room for more.

As i woke early that evening i felt the chill of a cool wind, creep up my spine, passed my shoulders and into my mind. The silence in the room brought the brink of insanity close to my conscience, and i felt the night grow darker.

             Is it merely the thought of something sinister waiting in the dark that makes us afraid? or is it the darkness itself? Seeping into your mind like water through the floorboards, polluting your thoughts, and bringing misery to relaxation.

Is it merely the thought of something sinister waiting in the dark that makes us afraid?

Falling Rock Assignment 2

 Allow me to tell you the story of falling rock, as my grandfather told it to me. You see, many years ago there was a tribe of native Americans the name, however, has been lost to history. The story isn't about the tribe itself but the chief's daughter, whispering wind. Now whispering wind was a highly desirable woman in this tribe, and every man wanted to marry her. So the chief set up a series of strenuous tasks to thwart the weak and incompetent. He wanted his daughter to marry an intelligent brave, who was a good hunter. So many men competed in the trials and only two succeeded, Falling Rock And Big Elk.

             Falling rock and Big Elk had been neck and neck the entire time. Through all events they came to a draw.Finally after many events and many moons the chief decided that if he couldn't pick one, he would go mad. He designed and sang until he came up with one final test for Whispering Wind's heart. Falling Rock, and Big Elk must both journey into the wilderness, the one who returned to the camp last, would be the better hunter and win the contest for Whispering Wind's hand. They both left out, many moons passed and the tribe began to think all was lost, that both men had perished until one day,Big Elk returned.
                  The speculation among the tribe was that Falling Rock had perished. That evening, the Village celebrated, there was much dancing and rejoicing for Whispering Wind had finally found a brave worthy of her love. But as the fire raged the great spirit presented the village with a message, Falling Rock had not perished, he was alive and well. Still surviving.The chief proclaimed that one day Falling Rock would return and marry Whispering Wind. And in due time all would be well. Many moons have passed since that day and nobody had ever seen Falling Rock again. The Whispering Wind searches still, howling across the plain. Even to this day you can still the signs by the road that say.... "Watch for Falling Rock"

Freewriting assignment.

The teacher was just talking about breaking her hip on a Lincoln log, and my first thought was we could get more lincoln logs and build her a new one!. Caps lock. But then, when you think about it, life is like a Lincoln log, or rather a building made out of one, if you do what everyone else does and build a house or playground you remain ordinary. If you break free of the mold you become something new entirely. Or perhaps life is ;like a sandcastle, you spend your entire time attempting to build something extraordinary, only to have a wave or a bully come along and wipe it all away. But if we work hard and never give up we can find our way around both things. At least, until the big wave comes. It destroys a sandcastle no matter how big or how important it is, and washes most of it back into the sea. there are still remnants of the original castle strewn about the beach, in other people's castles and in the one's you helped build. Differentiating between sandcastles and Lincoln logs can be fun, for one thing you are limited to how you build with a Lincoln log. No matter how hard you try you can only build in so many ways. Whereas ,with a sandcastle you can build a gosh dang dragon if you want to. I wish i could build a dragon sandcastle that would be awesome. But then, when you think about it, A dragon sandcastle doesn't make much sense, it's supposed to be a CASTLE! It's right there in the name, I suppose it would just be a sand-dragon. Unless you built a witch, then it would be a sandwich, Sandwiches make me happy, and so do sandcastles, what was i supposed to be talking about??? Who cares i am hungry and in desperate need of a dragon sandwich. But then, when you think about it, aren't we all sand dragon sandwiches? Wait What?