Help with imaginative essay.....?

Question

Hi, my teacher has told me to do an essay/story with a title that she gave me
Here it is: ''i walked into the kitchen and noticed that the tiles were a different color''.......it has to be kinda like a story. Coul you help me make it? Give me some ideas?

Answer 1

pretend that when you walked into the kitchen that you walked into a nother dimension. It be like walking into your kitchen 100 years ago or walkingi nto your kitchen 100 years from now in the future and work it from there

Answer 2

Maybe in your story, your house could be old, and when you walked into the kitchen you entered some kind of time warp and found yourself in the kitchen as it looked 50 years ago. Then you could make up a story about the family that used to live in your house at that time, or you could just describe the differences between a kitchen of the 1950s and your own kitchen today.

Answer 3

This caused me to wonder if I were still in bed, dreaming. No one had painted or changed the tiles, that I knew of. My dad was off at work, and my mother was asleep still. The light in the window was different, from reflections of morning sunshine, and I went to the window.

There was, outside, a raven and an owl, staring at each other. The Raven cawed a scrawtchy version of "Get Away!", and the Owl coohed "Oooh" ..."Oooohhh, me?" They then both looked at me, seeming to smile as if they knew something I had never learned in school. they turned then, also watching the sun lurch over the distant trees, streaming right into my eyes.

I imagined elves and dwarfs, and unicorns prancing around the yard, totally entranced in fancy and rapt with wonder at how different it all seemed.

"Up early, huh honey?"-- . I whirled to see my mother, but she seemed for just a second to have the face of an owl. I thought she was Pallas Athena in her housecoat, and the frying pan she held seemed to be a shield, while the knife she picked up to slice the bacon seemed like her sword. And the tiles were back to the same color they were yesterday night.

I thought of Harold, the boy at school who looks at me, and imagined he was Hermes, with wings at his ankles and slim muscles all over his body. ...I wondered what breakfast would taste like, and talked to my mother about the tiles and the front yard.

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Ok, then just keep putting strange imaginary stuff into the story, until you go off to school, where you turn in your paper, which was under your pillow, because the writing fairies had written your homework for you, while you were asleep..

Good luck.

Answer 4

I walked into the kitchen and noticed that the tiles were a different colour (If it is a surprise for u?)

I hope this helps u!

Answer 5

mayby you could do something like you have been transported to another, parallel, universe where everything is slightly different and you have to get back because you have a essay to do that will determine the Carrier that you will get