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Hi guys! This is the creative story I wrote. Feel free to correct me or give some feedback as I write.

Imagination (Chapter 1)

The air felt as if it was filled with static. My skin tingled and my hair stood on an end. Nobody made a sound or a movement. They had all sensed a change in the density of the air. Then, people started to look up at the sky. Several people let out a gasp for they had noticed something quite peculiar. I noticed it too. The clouds, the sky, the sun... they were all purple.
Now you might be thinking I am going to tell you that the land was magically turned into the Violet City of Oz (that did sound pretty good, though) or that we became like those humans Gregor met in Gregor the Overlander, whose skin colour was different because they received different sunlight, but I am not. In fact, as soon as the sky changed colour, everyone went crazy. I am not kidding. They went absolutely crazy.
To me, there are 4 kinds of reactions when people see crazy things. There are people who run, scream and believe it is the end of the world (Those are the people who call in the artillery) . There are people who say OMG! and snap pictures of it for Facebook or Snapchat. There are people who think this is all of this is a dream (you can tell because they look confused and rub their eyes a LOT) and there are people who faint. The crazy thing is all of the reactions above happened in this incident.
In a few seconds, all of these things were happening. I am fortunately one of those people who would do the second reaction above, but all around me were several fainting people, a couple of people running around like a headless chicken and a bunch of zombie wannabes. At this time, I was so sure the artillery was coming that I dragged along my friends to sit with me behind a dumpster. I was right. Soon enough, you could hear the tracks of tanks running down the streets and firing up at the sky. As if that would change anything.
It was ridiculous. I couldn’t help but laughing along with my friends. This must be a pollution problem or something, I thought, but I was wrong. Suddenly, I heard a loud stomp. My eyes widened because that stomp was no ordinary stomp. It was a giant stomp. I exchanged glances with my friends to see if they had heard it. Their eyes were widened too. We all looked up. A giant eraser and a giant pencil were... (is that dancing?) I don’t know what to call it, but it was accidentally erasing the city. What was happening?
We ran, until we realized we were running on nothing; the eraser had already erased the road. That was our mistake, we should have kept running. The giant (couple?) yes... couple was about to waltz on us. It was coming down then...
I woke up with a start, panting. I sighed with relief. It was all a dream… Or was it?

Thank you!

Hello, I read your creative story and I just have to say, I loved it and I need more! I have never read anything with a writing style like that and I really enjoyed it. I would love to read chapter 2.

Thanks!

That was an interesting start. Hmm! Good job!

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Hello, Samantha, I read your creative story and it was surprising. It was delightfully and refreshingly like nothing that I had ever read before. The title should have warranted some warning as to what was to come, but it was still just as surprising reading about the big eraser in the sky.
I am curious, what are the bolded letters for?

They're just to emphasise the words.

Is there an option to write your words in Italics?

Yeah! Just add < + i +> before and <+/+i+> without the +s

That looks confusing... But thank you.

You're welcome!

That won't work on Google Docs, only on Goodreads. On Google Docs, the shortcut is just Ctrl i, like for Microsoft Word.

Hey guys! Thanks for reading Chapter 1! Just a little announcement... I have edited Chapter 1 to suit chapter 2 which I am writing right now.

This is a prologue to Chapter 1:

A few months ago...
"Ms. Richardson!" someone boomed in the distance. Groaning, I forced myself to open my eyes. Well, maybe one eye. Mr. Lenner, our very ostrich-like English teacher was standing in my view. I blinked with my one eye. He was still there, glaring at me through his thick-rimmed glasses when I opened the other eye. I wasn't dreaming. I rolled my eyes and returned to the text we were reading. It told the story of a whale named Moby Dick. Something like that. Apparently, it is a classic, though I've never heard of it.

Silently I opened my journal and start writing.

From the journal of Destiny Richardson:
Hi! My name is Destiny Richardson. I'm just a normal teenager living my life in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. Literally. Well, I was normal until I started having those weird dreams. For clarification, there are two types of weird; one, with the rainbow unicorns and pretty pink princesses doing the hokey pokey and two the realistic ones, where it seems weirdly realistic. No need to explain that.

My dreams were a bit of both, starting out with the second than becoming the first. Anyways, this all started a few months ago, when I was just starting Grade 9...