alphaofthepack
I have no idea what to write about 'demonstration'. I suppose this is a 'demonstration' of an unimaginative mind at work. Please read another more creative post. This is by far the most uninteresting one i am ashamed of my lack of creativity on this day.
He walked through the strange town with a child-like fascination. One minute he had been in his room reading a book and the the next thing he knew he was in the same strange steam punk town he'd been reading about. This HAD to be a dream...right?
Sweat dripped down his face as he trudged through the desert. He thought for sure he would die soon, and then as he looked ahead squinting his eyes against the harsh rays of the sun he swore he saw a town. But it couldn't be, it was just another mirage... wasn't it?
I weave a tapestry of golden thread. I weave with no other purpose but to fulfill the thirst to hone my skill into an art. I weave for kings and queens young and old. They sing my praises and watch as I weave, but I do not hear them, I do not see them. I see only my tapestries I see only my passion.