tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017087930824504502011-11-27T19:44:55.332-05:00Creativity only requires imagination. Imagination only requires you to be creative...So lets imagine and be creative together!Magshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13550246910281697544noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301708793082450450.post-17305555013410831642008-04-11T18:48:00.003-04:002008-11-13T09:50:01.768-05:00I was thinking about a place that my mom used to take me to when I was little and then I happened to see this writing prompt about an old movie theatre and I immediately new what to write about. Ever happened to you if so please share!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FikgiBWuXw4/R__suHppA5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/oQlEA5hbixs/s1600-h/u18249445.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FikgiBWuXw4/R__suHppA5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/oQlEA5hbixs/s200/u18249445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188125572825940882" /></a><br /><br />Something is different about this morning usually it's a quick brisk walk as the sun starts to rise. Thinking only about the past days events and what I should have done or about the things that need to be done. But, this morning is different I feel as if there is more of a purpose to my stroll so I decide to walk a little longer and further. Then the cold wind starts to send a chill through my bones, so I tug at my light blue sweater which I really haven't noticed in years. I start to wish I would have worn something warmer for my detour, but this will "have to do," I say to myself. <br /><br />As I embrace the still so soft cotton against my skin I hear someone call my name. I know that it would be unusual to have anyone around at this time, so naturally I am a little startled. I turn all ways to look if I see anyone and as expected there is no one. However, I do take notice of the old movie theater that my mother used to take me to when I was a little girl. It occurred to me at that moment that I rarely glanced that way any longer, but then again I hadn't taken notice of a lot of things in my past especially when it came to memories of my mother. <a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/566881/the_old_movie_theater_is_different.html">Read where this story goes...</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301708793082450450-1730555501341083164?l=magsimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Magshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13550246910281697544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301708793082450450.post-8931157143810893122008-04-06T15:06:00.003-04:002008-11-13T09:50:01.935-05:00I will start by posting my first poem and short story here. Please feel free to leave a link back to any of your poems or stories and I will post them as well...<br /><br />As the days seem to ponder<br />I often tend to wonder is this where I belong <br />Once I felt happiness and joy<br />Today I feel sadness and fear <br /><a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/526371/where_did_it_go.html">Where did it go?</a> <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FikgiBWuXw4/R_khAC6dKBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Nbvvf2XTGnI/s1600-h/t-fanny_pack.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FikgiBWuXw4/R_khAC6dKBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Nbvvf2XTGnI/s200/t-fanny_pack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186212730559604754" /></a><br />It all began earlier this week. I was so wound up at work, and with all the kids' end of year activities I had been running around like a chicken without a head. With all of these things piling up I still manage to volunteer and help out with the class party (Why?). So now I have to make 23 goody bags and find a craft to keep a bunch of 9 year-olds from getting bored to death. Because naturally there is not enough for them to do in today's busy world. Naturally.<br /><a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/552631/crazy_month_of_june_decided_to_ditch.html">Crazy Month of June...</a><br /><br />Mags :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301708793082450450-893115714381089312?l=magsimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Magshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13550246910281697544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301708793082450450.post-4570976276312894042008-04-06T14:34:00.003-04:002008-11-13T09:50:02.083-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FikgiBWuXw4/R_kY6y6dKAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lyYlTjc4VOY/s1600-h/Mom2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FikgiBWuXw4/R_kY6y6dKAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lyYlTjc4VOY/s200/Mom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186203844272269314" /></a><br />Hi...My name is Mags.<br /><br />I come here today so we can all show a creative side to ourselves. I know that each one of us has such a side and for some it may be more difficult to express, however there is no right or wrong to this! <br />We all imagine different things, and we all daydream whether it be good or bad our brains are always functioning. <br /><br />So together let us share our thoughts and dreams. I will be periodically posting some of my "what I call creative stories and poems." Please feel free to do the same. <br /><br />Looking forward to it,<br />Mags :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301708793082450450-457097627631289404?l=magsimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Magshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13550246910281697544noreply@blogger.com0