This Is a story about life, written by those who live.

Some people will say they are imaginative. Creative. They have a spark. They do. We all do, really. But I tell of my imagination. Of others too. Imagination is when you keep yourself up at night, because you have tricked yourself into believing that the demons will be present outside of your bed. Covers are the greatest shield, and you still check the closet, under the bed, and have a nightlight as a teenager. Fearful? No. Imaginative? Creative? Yes. When you can create demons that plague you, that are not even real, you have imagination. When you can keep a whole world balanced inside your head, that tells all about your personality, since it shows your weakness and fears. That is creativity. When you can make a story from nothing, a world from a character, a life from an idea. A writer can write a description of something, and make it alive. They breath life into anything. An artist could make an apple that would be better than a regular apple. A dreamer could dream up a world better than the one we live in. An imaginative person could imagine anything. You are imaginative when a simple click strikes fear into your heart, or a word can create a story. Quick, when I say pirates you think!? And there's your story, your nightly fantasy. You as a pirate captain, a slave, anything. Because I believe that the creative spark is in anyone, but not everyone can reach it. The creative, imaginative dreamer not only can picture themselves as the captain, but can also see themselves as the slave. So there is my first, little, short chapter. But what about the rest of the chapters. Will this be a story that like life, ebbs and flows in a great river. Could it also be a story about love, by those who love? For to change life into love, you need only change an if, into a vow.