Short Story

The dark blue ocean curled and swirled like ideas lost on a page of writing, with white foam of bright ideas that would eventually turn into nothing as they touch the sandy shore of reality. The waves of inspiration smashed against reality doing nothing but making the surface wet. The inspiration pulled away from the shore and receded. They went farther and farther back rolling and bubbling with ideas. Until it reached it peak the ocean ruched the shore with the power of a thousand crushed dreams. Destroying reality and bringing into a new story with more potential then last.