#imagitive

[wiltedrose219]

❤💋"You can rip my heart out, taint my soul, bleed my blood until I'm dry but you will never break the creativity of my mind"❤💋

[zappasworkingwithwords-blog]

Edward Hopper Paintings Imaginative Writing

Exercise 1

As the gloomy night was coming to a close, we stubbled across a lit up diner perfect for an end to our date. This particular diner was the only thing open within 7 blocks of the theatre, which baffled us. The neon lights lit up the surrounding darkness of the usually lively city however on this particular night the streets seemed surprisingly quiet. As the doorbell rang when we walked through the door it seemed as if the place was deserted, however my eyes caught the top of another mans hat sitting in the corner by his lonesome. Although physically he was alone I felt as if the man was off in his own world oblivious to his surroundings, he was just drifting away with his thoughts. Our entrance at such an obscure time and place did not make the man flinch one bit, as he was preoccupied with himself.

  We found a seat close to the bar waiting for our service, when an older man came out in the classical white uniform to greet us with a welcoming yet eager smile (I think the man has been waiting for some company).  My date and I made our order and were unseeingly having a great conversation with the owner of the diner. His aged jokes and interesting tales kept the night going, (thankfully my date wasn’t getting bored). Even with our loud laughter and the clutter of our cutlery, the man in the hat remained silent and unmoved. 

  Exercise 2

I never thought my life would end up like this. When I was younger I always thought my life had some perfect script and everything was going to go my way. I knew exactly who I wanted to be and what I wanted to do with my life, yet nothing ever seems to go to plans does it? I am stuck in this life-draining job as a no body without any purpose whatsoever. I am heading in no direction without any idea of what my next move will be. I need to find a way out. I work all day just to come back to this empty apartment that doesn’t even make me look forward to coming home. I don’t think I can even call it a home, a home is somewhere that is safe, fun, relaxing, and somewhere you belong. I don’t belong here in the city, well at least not in the rundown neighbourhoods. My life was meant for stardom, I am meant to be living the dream by now living in mansions, going out with friends all the time, to be somebody. My life needs to change drastically and quick otherwise I don’t know how much longer I can take living a life filled with emptiness and what ifs’.