Had SO much fun yesterday when I posted this photo to Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Tumblr and asked you to write me a sentence using only the words in the picture. Thank you to everyone who sent me their sentences. Below are the stories you all told.
In the order they were received via platform. Please let me know if I accidentally omitted anyone’s sentence. (And if you have any others, feel free to put them in the comments here!)
The bishop can’t know what the fishmonger is dreaming – Elizabeth B. (P)
Tell her all she’s thinking…writing…dreaming. Me? I dance in the stars. – Elizabeth B. (P)
Glass is a vessel of sand and sun. – Laura M. (T)
Her dance steps tell the story she’s dreaming; a dark carnival in the stars. – John O. (T)
A dance made for dreaming fishmongers is the sun in a dark glass bottle. – Andrew H. (F)
Dreaming is the vessel to the truth. – Keith C. (F)
She’s dreaming a truth in a vessel made for time. – Holly B. (F)
We found time to dance in the light of the stars. – Denise VH (F)
She sees the light in the dark dance; she tells the story of the stars. – Susan S. (F)
She’s a vessel for the truth. – Donna B. (F)
She’s writing to you, a carnival of light and stars. – Wendy R. (F)
Dreaming is the window to her writing. – Christie PL (F)
The bishop’s dance steps are dark and light. Glass is a vessel of sand and sun. – Laura M. (F)
She found stars in dark red tears, dreaming to mirror my story. Glass won’t dance lies, your
light mirror tells me I’m art. – Carrie Anne H. (F)
Her writing steps through the looking glass into another time and space where dreaming
and reality coexsist. – Aimee HW (F)
She tells the stars lies that she found in her tears. – Lucy S. (F)
Carnival woman (I’m thinking you’re) all dark writing, glass tears, and red head. – Frank I. (F)
Bishop Fishmonger is a dark liar, so his pupils hit the bottle. – Jennifer H. (F)
I can’t see the red carnival, for the stars won’t dance. – Stu J. (F)
Sand glass found in the stars light, are mirrors for her dreaming. – Charlotte H A (F)
Art is the vessel for dreaming for in there are found the stars.
Tell me her steps made you dance; not for nothing is she a ‘dark woman’ at that carnival.
Her room is red and there for all. Time to find a glass. I know you’re looking for the truth.
What can’t be found in a bottle? – Gypsy T. (F)
I dance in the stars, the carnival of time. – Stephanie P. (F)
You made her tears dance. – Niketta S. (F)
Her steps mirror dreaming stars. – Estellaine K. (F)
The carnival woman sees no pupils in the glass bottle mirror and can’t will your steps in her
dreaming vessel. – Niketta S. (F)
Her mirror steps a dance to light thinking. – Carl J. (F)
I am a window, not a mirror. – Jeff B. (F)
She’s thinking, dreaming, writing; her mind a looking glass; light… dark… Her art a dance.
– Jeanine B. (F)