writing is art right
okay
Today in english class my teacher put the numbers 1-20 on the board, and there was a random picture to go with each one. For instance, number 3 had a picture of a unicorn. He would call on one person, they would choose a number, and the teacher would put a picture on display. We all then had to write however much we could, about anything we wanted, as long as the writing somehow included what was in the picture. Then he would pick another person, they would do the same, and the cycle went on about five times. Here's what I wrote see if you can guess what the pictures were i guess:
bbb wrote:The engineers had finally completed it. The SCRATCH-TYPE helicopter. It had enough flight power to lift a house attached with a winch. The name comes from its ability to "scratch" entire houses off the face of the earth. Unfortunately, the person to come up with the idea didn't live to see its success. He had died in a tattoo parlor, three years before, and they found his stash of invention ideas shortly thereafter. However, he was not the customer of the tattoo parlor. He was not only a genius inventor, but an amazing tattoo artist as well. One time, he tattooed an exact copy of the Mona Lisa onto somebody's back. Yeah, he was that good. Too bad that he accidentally dumped all of his jars of ink onto himself, giving himself extreme ink poisoning, because the lack of his brilliant mind caused the zombie apocalypse. He wasn't there to invent anything to stop them, and more importantly, he couldn't give the zombies poisonous tattoos! But thank god, his son was the best guitar player in the entire world. I guess greatness just runs in their family. Anyways, this son of his happened to have a magic flaming guitar (that his father invented), and as it turns out, spanish guitar and flames are zombies' weaknesses. The son (who was bodaciously named that) destroyed all the zombies, saved the world, got the girl, made a furl, did a curl and was named the Sun by the general public as sort of a joke. However, the real sun was actually a living organism, and it didn't like being impersonated by mere humans. Fortunately, like I said, greatness runs in their family. The Sun's (the hero) grandmother was the best... user... of guns. Yeah. So she shot that sun (the celestial body) right in the face.
If you couldn't tell I kind of bullshitted that entire thing. That's sort of how I like to write. :B It's not even done, we're gonna finish tomorrow and I'll edit the post when I get home then.
