What if people started using creative writing as a form of speaking/conversing?
- Creative writer: The sun careening its orange glaze, sending out rays of piercing light through the gaps of my windows, the wind rushing to greet the mountain trees with a subtle, cold breeze--happiness engraved into thankful reverie!
- Normal person: What a good morning!
- Creative writer: My stomach craves for that sweet escape--melting in my mouth, like cotton, emblazoned with such candidness spurting in vivid nectarity.
- Normal person: I want some candies.
- Creative Writer: Relentless darkness floods my vision as I open my eyes to live another day. I find no reason in living--such a tragic world this is!
- Normal person: I'm sad.
- Creative Writer: Blood rushing through unwanted places--beating, palpitating--conjuring thoughts of malicious degree--spine-tickling, dick-throbbing.
- Normal person: I'm horny.
- Creative Writer: Measure the distance between me and you with a 12-inch ruler—accurately—without inconsistencies. Massive right? Unimaginable, even. My heart weeps until I lay my eye on you.
- Normal person: I miss you.
- Creative Writer: My heart flutters as you lambaste me with your beauty--beating faintly as if wanting to break free from its cage. I've never felt so much passion enraged with such a tragic feat--palms sweaty, knees trembling, lips parting.
- Normal person: I love you.
