BeCREATIVE
Creative Notepad
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Paige sat in idle in the living room chair. the children the three students her and Toby had taken up were out and elsewhere, so the poor notepad was bored. She hadn't a clue as to where her Toby was, either, a pity, in all honesty. So she got up, trying to find something creative to do. She wandered into the room that had become Toby's, seemingly devoted to a history of clocks. Clocks from all over the world. She couldn't help the laughter that tore from her throat, holding her mouth in an attempt to keep her noise quiet.
She skipped in, her black, ink colored hands swaying at her waist. She saw a grandfather clock, ticking, generating a rather loud noise while it did so. She inspected it- noting that it's design was indeed creative, structured like that of something steam punk. So she started with her least favorite clocks. The green clocks. Very, very uncreative. Once all the green in his room was completely demolished, she started for the more dull of the clocks, attacking the simpler designs. She didn't worry about hurting his feelings- his favorite clock was always with him at all times, a small pocket watch with the Eiffel<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/images.jpg.c41ec767dda516d5078965d8e62870ad.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="30733" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/images.jpg.c41ec767dda516d5078965d8e62870ad.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Tower carved into it's gold surface.
The room was left with creative clocks only, leaving about three. His alarm clock, which was drab but he needed the ticking to lull him to sleep, the earlier mentioned steam punk clock, and a wall clock that was a rainbow cat. Actually, Paige liked the rainbow cat so much she proceeded to snatch it off the wall and cart it to her own room, a delighted hum passing her lips as she skipped off into her room, to hang it with all the rest of her masterpieces which were scattered along her walls.
Paige sat in idle in the living room chair. the children the three students her and Toby had taken up were out and elsewhere, so the poor notepad was bored. She hadn't a clue as to where her Toby was, either, a pity, in all honesty. So she got up, trying to find something creative to do. She wandered into the room that had become Toby's, seemingly devoted to a history of clocks. Clocks from all over the world. She couldn't help the laughter that tore from her throat, holding her mouth in an attempt to keep her noise quiet.
She skipped in, her black, ink colored hands swaying at her waist. She saw a grandfather clock, ticking, generating a rather loud noise while it did so. She inspected it- noting that it's design was indeed creative, structured like that of something steam punk. So she started with her least favorite clocks. The green clocks. Very, very uncreative. Once all the green in his room was completely demolished, she started for the more dull of the clocks, attacking the simpler designs. She didn't worry about hurting his feelings- his favorite clock was always with him at all times, a small pocket watch with the Eiffel<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/images.jpg.c41ec767dda516d5078965d8e62870ad.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="30733" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/images.jpg.c41ec767dda516d5078965d8e62870ad.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Tower carved into it's gold surface.
The room was left with creative clocks only, leaving about three. His alarm clock, which was drab but he needed the ticking to lull him to sleep, the earlier mentioned steam punk clock, and a wall clock that was a rainbow cat. Actually, Paige liked the rainbow cat so much she proceeded to snatch it off the wall and cart it to her own room, a delighted hum passing her lips as she skipped off into her room, to hang it with all the rest of her masterpieces which were scattered along her walls.
