Patchscruff
Story's can unravel in many different ways. for instance if you give 20 people the start of 'i looked out the window and saw it was raining' you can pretty much garente that in 15 minuets time one person will be writing about zombies whilst another is talking about the impotence of fairy dust. That's the magic of story's summed up in one 60 second chunk.
the powder dissolved into the water inside the beaker. it was ,all things considered, a rather depressing sight because that sort of summed up the entire earth in a few seconds. everything dissolves- nothing is permanent and at some point even we will dissolve into nothing with only some randoms persons notes to remember us.
"Wow that's some heavy stuff" i muttered as i wrote observations into my science book.
"What?" my friend looked up.
"Nothing" I said turning back to the beaker.