part one the crazy writer
The only sound that could be heard was the soothing scratching of his pencil on the textured paper.finally he was done and proud of his work .As George spoke the magic word, the ship’s sails started to flutter as if a strong breeze blew through the room. He loved this moment, seeing his creations come to life . the picture pops out like a ship making its way across the ocean because it was . he took his drawing and sighed his name onto the piece moving through the tough invisible wind .He took three huge steps as if he was running to someone then as quick as a wink a meadow appeared with someone on the other side it was a brown head girl With twinkling brown eyes as they run to each other he picked her up and snap fall head first to the grown his heart stopped his breathing has stop he didn’t move . part one.