"As the sheep were happily grazing on the green grass near the castle and the water was streaming underneath the bridge... "
"Blood dripping down his face, protecting the castle from enemies. His friends gone, the enemy got the best of them. He was, the last knight."
"It's cold. Not warmth in sight. All is quiet, except for the sound of cars roaring above me on the bridge. It always makes me feel like I am nothing. It's like when you pull a drain plug and all of the water loses it's life. That sounds like me. All of my life."
"My horrible mother was standing at the top of the castle watching like a shark waiting for blood"
Write at least a page about one of these images. This a narrative - a made up story.