When you have a story to tell, write. 

Imagine things, weird impossible things. 

Me? I'm fine imagining Peter Pan wandering with me in the old Victorian London, while I set my eyes on the old train station in Paris where Hugo Cabret stood, his thoughts drifted on the automaton that he hasn't done mending. I can see BFG having a cup of tea with Queen Elizabeth, their silhouette dancing across my vision, while on the other hand Alice was on the shores, her gaze on her treasured possession, along with Tinker Bell who flew towards Neverland.  

I can see Will Herondale, kicking demons' butts, as Harry Potter along with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger laughing at Voldemort's baldness. My eyes met the flying ship, driven by the lost boys, as Captain Hook and his companions were held captured by Wendy. I can see Lemonade Mouth making their own revolution by music, as the Flash passes, speedily capturing my full attention. I close my eyes and I can hear the Southern accent of the Texas' cowboys, drawing their rope to threaten cactuses (Weird), while on Kansas, lives a girl who was suffocated by tornados. And I can see the Book Thief stealing everybody's lost and vicious heart by words she created, by words she shared, after all, she was a thief of books, but now she steals people's hearts, pouring goodness to the world by literature.