Let's say you're a little kid and your parents don't believe in buying toys. Instead, they give you a wooden stick and tell you to use your imagination.
So....
*hands you a wooden stick*
Use your imagination
You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself into one.
The writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don't dare reveal.
Incendio! *swish, sets tree on fire* Expelliarmus! *swoosh, knocks brother off feet* Wingardium Leviosa! *sends dog flying in the air*
Ha ha! I'd pretend it was a wand, and I'm a wizard! (Though I'd probably not be saying Harry Potter spells, because it's unlikely that my parents would let me read Harry Potter if they don't let me have toys.)
Well now it's a snake. And it's slithering around trying to find all the insects in the house to eat, because that's it's favorite food. His name is George.
-Carly
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
I think I'd sit down & just start peeling the bark off the stick, pretending I lived in the forest & needed it for food. That sounds like something I'd do as a kid.
"He found his voice tended either to disappear or to come out too loud." -William Golding
I think I'd just use it as a walking stick whenever I'm rambling, pretending I'm some traveler with a mission, rather than just a normal guy out for a walk for the heck of it.
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I'd probably use it as a pencil, find a patch of dirt, and draw something. Then, I'd use my 'magic wand' to bring it to life for an imaginary friend that'll play with me for the rest of my life.
There once was a cat. He wasn’t particularly fat. Fuzzy was his favorite mat. And really, that was that.
Oh, but did you really think so? Keep reading, it’s just the start of the show! And as for how far this tale will go… Well, even the cat doesn’t know.
I would use it as a flag and I would plant it in the ground like I was walking on the moon.
“Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.” -Mel Brooks
I would first use it as a shovel and dig my self a fox hole. Then I would pretend I was in world war 1 and shoot (using the stick) anyone who came out of the house...unless, my brother came out...then I'd beat him with it
You're more than wonderful More than amazing The irreplaceable Love of my life You're so incredible In these arms tonight The irreplaceable Love of my life
Ooh, I know what I would have done: paint the stick, put something on the top of it, and declare myself queen because I was the with the royal scepter. I'd probably also make myself a crown, and tried to enforce my queen-liness upon EVERYBODY. Literally everybody.
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The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster
