For as long as you can remember, you’ve had the ability to listen to books. It’s as if books are alive and are constantly talking; you could simply sit next to a closed book and listen to its tiny voice whispering its stories to you. One day, you hear a book call out your name.
Describe a human’s first encounter with a fairy.
You suddenly get hit by a horrible bout of sneezing right in the middle of a presentation. As you cover your nose, embarrassed, you notice out of the corner of your eye a pair of little goblin-like creatures, giggling their hearts out.
You are a terrible sleeper. Not necessarily an insomniac, but every night, your sleep is plagued by all-too-realistic dreams of events that could very well happen the next day, causing you to wake up in a cold sweat at least six times a night. You contribute it to stress, but there’s another reason for your nightmares.
Take a few random objects from your surroundings and give them names and personalities. Write a story describing their adventures.
You wake up one morning in the same place that you always do, except the moment you step out into the world your surroundings are totally unfamiliar, as if your bed literally teleported to the other side of the world. What do you do?
Everything feels wrong. You set yourself on a quest to find out why.
One day, you were forcibly dragged from your normal, daily life and into the forests of a mountain that doesn’t exist on any map you’ve ever seen by a mysterious and annoyingly chatty humanoid.
Small, adorable little creatures have been discovered and are now being kept in zoos and even households all around the world. They seem like the most innocent little things, except for one problem: they won’t stop multiplying.