*Stay faithful to the stories in your head.


* Fiction writing is great. You can make up almost anything.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Dreamin'

An expanse of verdant green...rolling into a hill. Pretty cotton wool clouds are floating in the sky. Far away there is a cute cottage with a fence running around it. The fence is covered with wonderful smelling rose bushes. A German stands there, wagging its tail. Beside him stands a girl with a sweet, smiling face. There is a gentle breeze, and her pony tails flaps in the wind. ...No, let me erase that, she wears her hair in a pait - yes, with a big ribbon.
That girl is me....I look up at the sky, and lo behold there is a rainbow on the horizon. A rainbow with profusion of colours - red, green, violet, blue, orange. No I change some of the colours into maroon and pink.
Colours - what are they but mere names, filled out by my imagination. I have many images running through my mind - people call them dreams.
You see I am blind - I cannot see without, but can dream within.