For some reason I have started writing absolutely bizarre stuff. I find it entertaining to myself and although my thoughts are out there it's quite fun. My friend Ade says maybe it's a chemical in balance after chemo lol Personally I just think this not sleeping gives me more time to ponder.
Anyhoo my latest creation is well either brilliant or a right load of bollocks. I guess the critics will no doubt let me know lol.
The
inside of a ping pong ball.
Thinking of
a ping pong ball, what do we see? A small spherical globe, both light to handle
and smooth to the touch, it appears flawless, each half of this tiny globe
affixed and sealed, containing nothing but air and the possibility of the
residue from the glue.
However if we open up our minds, the possibilities are endless. Contained
within could be a mini universe on the tiniest scale. Whole worlds within
worlds, as small as atoms. Lives within lives. Our own universe is vast, if we
allow our imaginations to run free could we ask the question are we also a
universe, within a bigger universe? Are there parallel worlds to our own?
That space that we first thought devoid of anything but air, when considered is
filled with time and space. When the ball is sealed does time stop? Has the
manufacturer created a tiny little system?
My ping pong
world is more interesting than most. As I allow my creative mind's eye to
develop deep in to a fantastical world. Full of dreams and fantasies good and
bad, a kind of Ying and Yang which is also portrayed as an orbicular shape.
I can put characters, nature, structures and more, playing god in my tiny
little ball of hope. Let’s begin the creation and see where it goes. First
comes the land full of beauty, with high mountains and rolling plains. Meadows
full of plants growing wild and free singing their joyous songs of all that
they see.
A thousand,
thousand different passionate colours not just two or three. Trees that grow
tall, unrestricted by the earth, moving on limbs that they can plant in the
earth at will.
The
animals are numerous all wild and free, many different varieties new to you and
me. With dragons and unicorns, griffins and more, a huge vast fantastical
wilderness can you imagine more.
Of course like in any world it’s not all good. To equal the balance the dark
side rears its head. So floods and volcanoes, storms and whirlwinds all
encounter our earth. Unless you use your imagination to perfect this globe.
In my small
world people don’t exist. They cause too many problems, they are the cancer of
the earth. That’s not to say everyone is entirely wicked. But a world where
nature and the animals are in charge, just seems a more peaceful one as I look
on. This short story is after all just a fantasy and I can put whatever in
place as I see fit.
My tiny world would have magic and sprites. Fairies and pixies and
mystical
beings of unknown decent. All would act as the protectors of the realm. With no
one great power in charge of the helm.
Rainbows would be frequent, shining down from upon high, casting marvellous
colours from way off up in the sky. The lakes like a mirror would reflect the
scene. A mystical place found only in your dreams.
The
sky would be blue, clouds fluffy and white, the weather mostly warm even as it
rained. Apart from the bad days when there is a storm. Passing quickly so that
there is calm. A world united, standing in good grace, oh what a magical
wonderful place.
Anyhow I hope I have given you some room for thought. Not everything has to
appear as it seems. Use your imagination to create your own world it’s easier
than it seems
By Glenn
Johnstone
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