• The boy sat, a puzzled look on his face, the screen lay before him, gleaming in the darkness. Every light around him was off, so he bathed in the light of his computer, looking a little eerie from an onlookers view. as he rested his head in his hands; elbows on the table, his mind was constantly whirring away inside, his overactive imagination alight.
    "What could be a good idea ..." he said allowed, the cat next to him, the queen of the household, gave a soft mew in reply. He smiled down at her, hand placed to her head as he ruffled lightly, the little Madame arched softly, rubbing up against his hand.
    He looked back to the screen, typing a little, before the idea hit him, although this impact wasn't a hard one, it was a blow that knocked some sense into the lad, his mind chugging along on the track that was his idea, hands a typing away, no plan, just going with the flow, drawing his information from his surroundings.
    In the back of his mind, he knew it was a little dull, and a heavy read, but there were people out there who wouldn't mind. The finger on the submit button, his imagination sang a different tune, one of doubt, but another little rebellion arose. As this thought came to be, it slew all in its path, a mighty warrior!, the little idea stubbornly held dominance over the boys brain!, forcing him to press submit!, type in that description!.
    All know this thought!, this thought allowed this description to become fiction, mingled with all crazy ideas, This thought had a name that all knew!, that name was ....
    'bugger it, i think its awesome!'