The manta ray soared above him, and it was only when it kept going that he figured something was wrong. He began the long surfacing process. When his head broke above the sea, he stared. The fish, the...sciencenews.org/view/download/id/45316/title/jar_stingray.jpg Story Potential: Low. Notes: And it's all so polluted now in the ocean that humans will be forced to live there instead. Er. Boring.
Her skin was the steaming-hot of a rock in the sun-baked Arizona desert. The snowflakes sizzled and hissed where they struck it, but nobody noticed. Everybody darted back and forth in the streets, trying...is almost July, and my feet are cold . Potential : Low. Notes: This isn't a story, just a quick character sketch of sorts, and there's not a huge amount of motivation to make it anything else.
Death's mum had made him a sweater. It was fuzzy. It was a shade of peach that she probably thought was quite masculine, it was fuzzy, and it was a sweater. It looked very comfortable and warm and the... high perhaps. Notes : It's an interesting character, at least, which is not necessarily the same as an interesting story. But this is definitely a character that could be in an interesting story!
The work load was getting a little too much, she thought. So many dimensions, so much dusting of crystal balls and learning of new languages, so much reading of hearts desire and granting a twisted version...a bit overwhelmed with work today. Potential : Medium. Notes : And--I'm not sure where the story would go from here that wouldn't be hackneyed. Though I like the idea of kidnapping an assistant!
I was terribly excited when I thought my ghost was Elvis. I mean, having a ghost was nothing too special, not these days, but when my first clue was the assembled banana-bacon-peanut butter sandwich, I... I would say medium, but anything with humorous potential automatically gets bumped up a notch. Also, I just like the idea even though it isn't super-original. Notes : Ghosts everywhere? Hmm.
He passed his hand over the cup after the customer had had one drink. The alcohol hit his system in a rush, and he swayed a bit on his feet. He put his hand over the glass of water he kept on the counter...: Medium. It's not a story on its own, but it is an interesting character idea. One of those "it's a small superpower, but it has its uses" ideas. Notes : Could go either way with the religious mirroring.
Abigail was quite a sight. It was not her thick, black, unruly hair, which stuck up in impossible directions, in defiance against attempts to brush it down. It was not her tiny stature, short and...it to go, and we'll see how much has changed! Fun fact: in the first draft of this chapter I spelled Abigail’s name as "Abagail", assumably thinking of "Abaddon". Developing a 40k obsession.
The spires of St. Petersburg rose before him, the breath of the firebird hissed past his ear, the heavy iron of the gun weighed down his hand, and the blood of the tsarina throbbed against his heart. He...together. Something in the Russian folktales and the grim beauty of the land makes me want to write this, though. After a lot of research. In maybe 2-3 years, when I'll be able to write even better.
Author: Kate DiCamillo Illustrator: Bagram Ibatoulline Publisher: Candlewick Press Copyright: 2006 Genre: Chapter Book, Modern Fantasy Pages: 200 Summary Edward Tulane, a...paint images in your head that you remember long after the last page has been turned. Rating (1-10, 10 being best) 10 Classroom Uses Classroom Library Read Aloud Teaser Chapter Reading
"I'm sorry, but I need some space," she said seriously, "Mel, come on!" he protested. "I love you; don't leave me like this." "I need to figure out what I am and what I'm going to be, and I don't think...the muscles beneath her clothing, and she felt-- Inspiration: Sad events in a friend's life. Story Potential: High. Notes: I think Melusine is among the fairytales that deserve retellings.
