Spongebob Memes Imagination Novels & Stories

Zoey asked from where she was seated next to me, looking curious. It was far easier to understand the club by personally experiencing it, but since I'd planned on bringing it up, I'd already come up with a reasonable explanation. "The more accurate name for it is probably the 'Imagination Club.' It's all about working on expanding your creativity and learning to use all of your senses when making something. Like, for instance, it's easy to paint a woman in a dress, but then it can become so much more by showing it blowing in the wind around her, and how that causes it to move." Dad still looked a bit dubious, but both my mom and Zoey were slowly nodding along.

Maya and I laid lazily on my couch, watching Ted over and over again till we became tired. Most of the time, Tristan and the thunder buddy song raced through my thoughts. I hadn't been seeing much of him since he saved me from taking a blow. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Nickelodeon. My eyes brightened when I saw SpongeBob on screen. Even if I was eighteen, SpongeBob was definitely a cartoon I'd never stop watching. How could anyone be like SpongeBob? He was very annoying and didn't know when to quit, but I still loved him.

“C’mon, it’s not that hard. Imagine it’s the one person you hate the most and it’s going to come out smoothly. Say whatever comes to your mind.” I swallowed and looked at the Beanbag. Imagine it. I told myself. “Son of a…bitch.” I didn’t see anyone yet and saying left a bad taste on my tongue. My voice was barely audible . Zena clicked her tongue. “You’re gonna have to do better than that. Try again.” I sighed. Closed my eyes and tried to imagine all of the faces of the people I detested. It took a second but the images began to pop up one after the other, as well as the memories of it all.