Short Snip It Of Creativity-When Things Are Only In Your Imagination

With tears falling from the heavens on a city that was reserved for angels a character looking for development had a bottle of Hennessy Fire at his side while pondering interlocking circles which they called rings.

“Such an interesting image,” Arathorn thought to himself since due to a writer’s imagination he was a part of many rings but just one Lord, “it is all about working together,” he paused, “peacefully.”

Looking out into the dismal duck soup day Arathorn knew it was sloppy in the valley that always was claiming selling out was a true act of success. When his first image came to light it was one person’s imagination that was an acceptable audience.

“First off,” a tipsy Arathorn mumbled, “selling out makes the one who really wants to hear the message feel uncomfortable, one needs room to think.”

Coming over with a slip of paper a young girl dressed in tradition black and white server attire requested, “credit or cash?”

Giving her a look Arathorn mentioned “it was a long shot coming here for the Hennessy Fire and I see Hennessy Fire on the board, so I guess,”

“Hennessy Fire was out of the money so credit or cash,”

Having a few dollars in his pocket the fictional vision described by words put it on the table, “you know I should start a new country and call it,” he stopped for a second, “Freedonia.”

“it’s been done a couple times around here, in fact there is a Freedonia flag on sale at the tourist gift shop, “ the waitress told him, “do you want change? “

“Yes, my dear where could I take a shower in these parts?” The story book fantasy asked.

Laughing a bit she responded, “I would tell you my apartment but you need to get me one of those rings,” she paused “inside the gift shop underneath the Julia Roberts/Jennifer Aniston display from last century.”

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