Alright, this wasn't exactly the story I wanted to show off first, but it was the only one I could find. Let me know if you guys want me to upload more of these. Story written on 3/17/14 [spoiler]“We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” ~William Shakespeare The void of imagination is dark. Like space, thoughts float around with no course or purpose. The occasional star is like one of the short thoughts one would have. They are just one of the countless dreams a person has in their life. The brighter they are, the more vivid the dream. The dimmer the star is, the darker the dream is. What of a black hole? They are the nightmares. They suck you in and devour you. You’re forced to claw your way out of the black hole much like you try to claw out of the horrific hallucination you are trapped in. The planets are but ideas. The barren ones, like Mars, are fruitless. Those are the ideas that fall beneath expectation and are discarded as useless. But then there are planets like Earth. Those who hold opportunity. Maybe it’s some grand design, or maybe the words for a story. Either way those planets are welcomed with open arms. There are countless barren planets in the universe and every single one is looked over by a person. They are all denied, while the bountiful planets are greatly welcomed. It is different for everyone. Ones Mars is another’s Earth. Every planet in the universe is used by at least one person. If a planet is turned down by someone, another will come and choose it. That is how balance is kept. A blue planet drifts in the eternal night. Like satellites, words orbit the shimmering planet. Each and every one of them are waiting to be used in a story. Perhaps an epic, or maybe a drama. The words are as malleable as a gold ingot to a blacksmith. The planets around this one are barren to my eyes. I see no use in them. I turn back to the blue planet and I feel like a god. I raise my hand and direct the words. They begin to shape to my liking. They fall onto the planet’s surface in lines. Soon the whole globe would be covered in the words, making one perfect story. In the polar regions in the north the words spelled out: “The Celestial Universe of the Mind” and in the southern regions abide the words you just read. This planet is complete. It is a masterpiece for all to look at, but not to touch. It is time to find another planet like this. Endless words hunger to be put on their worlds. It is my job to satisfy them. [/spoiler] Edit 12/22/15: post is no longer announcement on the OffTopic Lounge forums