Imagination Movers Brainstorming Novels & Stories

I WILL LEAVE THE REST TO YOUR WILD IMAGINATIONS AND CREATIVE MINDS. XOXO.

"And…." "Cole. Final year." The interruption came out sharper than intended. Her eyes found mine briefly. Then she nodded. "Right. Cole." A strange silence settled for half a second before she moved on. "So how do we decide what we're building?" "Do we really get to pitch ideas?" Alison asked. Emelia smiled. "Of course. Sometimes the best ideas come from people randomly throwing things together." For the next hour, suggestions bounced around the table. A student study planner. An attendance tracker. A collaborative project management system. Marcus contributed very little besides, occasional criticism.

Third POV. They nodded their heads, making Boston sigh in relief. “Next you need to break through the brain, get into my brain, and imagine the different scenes in my mind. After that, concentrate on what you want to see, the day on which what you want happened, where it took place, and how the surroundings. Was there noise or not? After concentrating on that, now stop imagining the different images in my mind and concentrate on what is on my mind. You will see different things. Everything that happened in my life from the day I was born till the day, will all fall on each other making the sight to be blur but concentrate on the images. One at a time but at speed.”

I smiled, “No problem, Alpha.” I wrote Rec Center on the whiteboard to the right of all the current suggestions and drew an arrow from each individual idea to the Rec Center idea, then added pool to the list on the left and drew another arrow. Alpha Matthew spoke to the pack, “Okay. I think these are all amazing ideas. Does anyone have any other ideas?” One older woman asked, “Is there any way to get a hobby store here?” I smirked, “Like Micheal’s?” She blushed, “I was thinking that since Red Moon already has one of those, then we could have a Jo-Ann Fabrics.” I gasped, “That’s a really good idea.” I looked at Alpha Matthew, “I think I could do all three of these. Jo-Ann Fabrics could be the

It was growth. The charrette, held in a community center near the waterfront, was a roaring, messy, creative success. Sarah facilitated while Luther and I observed from the back. People built models out of clay and popsicle sticks. They drew dream maps on huge sheets of paper. The data was chaotic, but the energy was electric. Afterward, covered in clay dust and looking more animated than I'd ever seen her, Sarah presented her "coded takeaways" to us. She'd clustered the wild ideas into themes: Water Access, Intergenerational Play, Ecological Storytelling.

I collapsed on the tabletop, discouraged. We were obviously missing something, but couldn't tell what it was. The time was running out, I knew that the CEO and the CFO would expect results soon, while we were in the middle of nowhere with our draft. “Let's focus on something else,” I suggested, “Maybe we should go from general to specific…?” “What do you mean?” Grace asked curiously. “I mean… what if we imagine how the show should be like first, and what the viewer would like to see?”

Liana pulled out a napkin and started scribbling ideas. "Okay, okay, what’s your first move? Partnerships? Sustainability models? You need something flashy to get the board's attention." "An interactive model," Omar said. "Make them feel the vision." "A social campaign," Samira added. "Document the whole journey. Echelon becomes not just a project, it’s a movement." They rattled off ideas faster than I could write. Some of it was nonsense giant holograms of eco-citiesnbut hidden inside the madness were some genuinely brilliant sparks.

I imagined the string, and I pictured myself holding onto it. "I want you to think about the negative thoughts that have been bothering you." He said. "Imagine those thoughts as little black birds, flying around the balloon. The birds can't touch the balloon, but they can try to distract you. Your job is to focus on the balloon, and not on the birds." I thought about the negative thoughts that had been bothering me, and I pictured them as little black birds. They were flying around the balloon, but I focused on the balloon.

Well, I call it an office but it’s more like Christian and Zander’s study, only with a feminine touch. There are half a dozen rolling white boards filled with bullet points of what each of the four of us know, maps of our territory and the surrounding pack lands to help us plan out strategic moves and visualise what takes place, where and when. Post-it's with seemingly nonsensical scribblings, of inconceivable solutions to just about every scenario, litter all of the other available surfaces.

The air conditioner wheezed, fighting against the heat. "Okay," Raven murmured, leaning forward. "We have four days to get this out. Let's have a brainstorm. For the following hour, thoughts flew. Car wash. Bake sale. Online fundraising. My mind swirled as I tried to keep up. "What about you, Avy?" Jade inquired. "Any ideas?" I shrugged, uncomfortable with the focus. "I do not know."