Without mirrors...
Would we still have imagined a way to walk upside down?
I’d say, “Absolutely!” For our imaginations, mingle together like a kaleidoscope bursting with novel flavors. “Rem!”
Mr. Ipswich shouted so loud, that the cracked plaster on the cafeteria walls began crumbling down into Rems chicken pot pie. Well, not actually. Rem only imagined it, but he did feel the walls rumble as Ipswich stomped his black, leather shoes through the cafeteria doors, past Rems two best friends (Theo and Fia), and then to where he sat — in his assigned seat near the corner of the room.
“What have I told you about making MIR’s?” shouted Ipswich, slamming down a warty fist in front of Rems tray, “You know its forbidden!”
Rem dared not look at Ipswich in the face. Instead, he stared down at the bright, green cluster of peas that oozed from the pie like an open wound.
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Mental images could be reflected in the stone by simply gazing into it. Once the mental image appeared clear in the stone, you could pinch it up, and bring it to the outside world.
Of course Ipswich would have none of that, so he posted five guards around the safe day and night to keep intruders out. Rem didn’t care, at least not after he learned how to make a MIR without using his stone pendant.
At first it was a struggle. He had to imagine holding his stone pendant. He had to imagine seeing his imaginary pet inside the stone. He had to imagine pinching his pet out of the stone. It was a big task for even a lively imagination. Everything Rem imagined had to be clear and colorful. If not, it would never work.
After many long minutes of concentrating with his eyes shut tight, he finally was able to bring his new pet Orange Juice to the outside world. It was an orange and white calico rabcat, with bright green eyes and long droopy ears. It had a face and tail of a cat, and the body of a
Would we still have imagined a way to walk upside down?
I’d say, “Absolutely!” For our imaginations, mingle together like a kaleidoscope bursting with novel flavors. “Rem!”
Mr. Ipswich shouted so loud, that the cracked plaster on the cafeteria walls began crumbling down into Rems chicken pot pie. Well, not actually. Rem only imagined it, but he did feel the walls rumble as Ipswich stomped his black, leather shoes through the cafeteria doors, past Rems two best friends (Theo and Fia), and then to where he sat — in his assigned seat near the corner of the room.
“What have I told you about making MIR’s?” shouted Ipswich, slamming down a warty fist in front of Rems tray, “You know its forbidden!”
Rem dared not look at Ipswich in the face. Instead, he stared down at the bright, green cluster of peas that oozed from the pie like an open wound.
“Mr. …show more content…
Mental images could be reflected in the stone by simply gazing into it. Once the mental image appeared clear in the stone, you could pinch it up, and bring it to the outside world.
Of course Ipswich would have none of that, so he posted five guards around the safe day and night to keep intruders out. Rem didn’t care, at least not after he learned how to make a MIR without using his stone pendant.
At first it was a struggle. He had to imagine holding his stone pendant. He had to imagine seeing his imaginary pet inside the stone. He had to imagine pinching his pet out of the stone. It was a big task for even a lively imagination. Everything Rem imagined had to be clear and colorful. If not, it would never work.
After many long minutes of concentrating with his eyes shut tight, he finally was able to bring his new pet Orange Juice to the outside world. It was an orange and white calico rabcat, with bright green eyes and long droopy ears. It had a face and tail of a cat, and the body of a