Getting Creative

Just_My_Imagination_3D_III_by_cerenimoAs a kid I was always making up stories, songs and games. My teachers were constantly telling my parents about how creative they thought I was. Sadly I feel as if I have not had the time to be creative in years, unless it is with purpose. Majoring in public relations has taught me to keep everything short and to the point. There is no room for extraneous sentences and “fluffy” writing in this industry. That’s why I was so excited to learn that for a little extra credit, I once again have the opportunity to write something that’s a little silly and a little creative. Although I’ll be honest I a little worried I’ve forgotten how to do that… I’ve decided to go ahead and write from the point of view of an inanimate object. If I do this correctly it should be clear what I am writing about quite soon, not to mention my previous post is a bit of a giveaway.

Here we go:

People begin to trickle into the room. I hear their chatter, their whispers and greetings.

“Hi! How are you?”

“I’m good! I feel like it’s been months since I’ve seen you come sit next to me and we can catch up while we wait.”

The room is soon a soft roar of laughter and pleasantries, seats being shifted on a wood floor and heels softly clicking. A hand soon grips me and the room goes quiet. I can feel the blood beating rapidly in his veins as his breathing goes shallow. He a takes a deep breath holds me up to his lips and begins talking. He holds to tightly and close at first and a mist of spittle is flicked onto. Ick this guy needs to get it together.

But then a question is asked and then another, and he begins to gather momentum. Bolstered by their interest words begin to trip from his mouth in excited succession. I can feel the energy of the room hum with a low whir of interest. He relaxes his grip on me, lets me drop to six inches from his mouth and continues speaking. His heart slows and breath deepens. I can hear the soft inhales lengthen and feel him begin to hold me with command and not fear. I am now a golden scepter in his hand. And he is king of the stage.

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