Kane

Well, we’ve reached our tenth flash imagination, and to celebrate I’m proud to present Folaji.com’s first Celebrity Flash Imagination.

Looks like the Brotherhood of Nod’s leader Kane has been busy this summer, as I spotted him at a wedding in eastern Ontario.

Hmm, I guess I’ll have to start searching for some tiberium before the war starts…

Congratulations to my Sister and her new Hubby

And just like that, its over…

One of the most important days of my life, and it just passes by quietly like any other.

And I begin to wonder: why? Why are we here? Why do we struggle and fight, every day of our lives, when it would be so easy to just stop and be?

The answer, unfortunately, will only be given to us at the end, but as the memory of a wonderful day slowly flows away, I think back at clues and hints that were dropped along the way.

I think of my Father, walking her down the aisle. I think of my Mother, wiping tears from her face during the heartfelt vows.  I think of my Sister and my new Brother-in-Law as they danced their first dance basking in the glow of sparklers and fireworks.

And it becomes obvious that it’s the little moments in life that make the world go round, and that alone is worth the struggle.

Free Gas!

Chuck had an awesome idea for marketing his new gas station.

He would offer free gas to anyone who could make it to the gas pump, and he would surround all the pumps by tall fences.

Unfortunately, Chuck greatly underestimated the intelligence of his customers, as within minutes of his contest’s announcement, people had climbed over the fence, attached a hose to the gas pump, and were giving out free gas to everybody on the streets.

Attack of the Killer Babies

The owner of the Petit Bateau store for toddlers had obviously never seen any of the Child’s Play movies.

The day after she put up this display in her shop window, she was found dead, beaten to death by what police could only identify as baby hands and baby feet.

So expect to see find a handfull of new Flash Animation posts over the next little while as I discover the quirks of my new city.

How To Add A New Floor To Your House

He’d re-mortgaged the house.

He had rented four cranes, and hired two dozen construction-site workers.

He had bought truckload after truckload of trees, which he then had cut into blocks a metre long, and about 20 centimetres wide.

After a few days, his wife had left with the children.

But Martin had always wanted a three story house – one story taller than all of his neighbours – and no matter what the cost, he was going to get it.

NOTE: The picture is of a house that’s been lifted and put on what looks like makeshift stilts.  If you click on it, you can see it in actual size, and you can see that the house has been lifted so its higher than its neighbour.  I saw this house while walking to meet Koji’s breeder (Koji is my dog), and just had to snap a pic.

So here goes:

City Lights

There’s something eerie about walking alone in the city at night.

The fact that you’re just one of a few million souls walking from one street to the next makes you feel like such an insignificant piece of of the puzzle.

Yet, when you stop to look down at the traffic below, and you hear the horn of the passenger train in the distance, you realize that the city is alive, and that you are a part of it as much as it is a part of you.

And its then that you feel safe, realizing that you are never really walking alone.

Taking a dump with a friend

The alien had landed only a few yards from his cottage.  Lazer gun cocked and ready for shooting, he’d stormed out of his flying saucer and demanded that Bill come with them.

It was only after a lot of talking and a few beers that Bill’d convinced the alien to stay for a while and enjoy the night sky.  In the end, the alien was so drunk he began playing games with Bill, one of which was to copy everything Bill was doing.

This was fun at first, and both alien and human laughed.  They laughed when they both chugged beers at the same time, laughed when the alien followed bill into the woods, and laughed when they both sat side by side in the outhouse, pretending to read the newspaper.

And insert bad probing joke here…

Paul the Ninja

Today’s flash imagination pic is a few weeks old, but I still find it interesting.  This is how I had to dress up when the temperature here dropped below 20 degrees Celsius.  It was friggin feezin! 

Anywho, here’s my take on the pic:

Paul’s wife had brought this pic to his doctor.  It was her last resort, the last and only thing she could think of doing that might help fix him.

Unfortunately, the doctor looked at the picture and sighed: it had all but confirmed his suspicions that Paul’s mind was lost, and that he would forever suffer from the delusion of being a Ninja, also known as Ninjaism.

Glove On A Park Fence

Today’s Flash Imagination pic was taken at the Dog Park a few blocks from my appartment.  Someone placed a small pink mitten on the fence surrounding the park, and I found it made for an erie picture with the street lights in the distance.

And here’s my take on the pic.  Its a little dark, but I like it

Don’t misbehave in the neighbourhood of NDG.

It was no coincidence that Michael, nicknamed the TroubleMaker, had disappeared.  Sure the adults had said that he’d run away from home, but the children knew that was a lie.

Then there was Julie, who’d stopped showing up at school one day.  Her parents said that they’d sent her to live with her grandparents in BC, but again, the children knew that both of Julie’s grandparents lived only a few blocks down.

And now Amy, who liked to chase down and kiss as many boys as she could, had disappeared.  All that the children could find of her was her little pink mitten, laying on drying grass and dead leaves in the middle of the NDG Dog Run.

The mitten was proof!  Proof that the adults were lying, proof that Michael, Julie and Amy had not run away!

But even with this proof, no one would believe the children of NDG.  They couldn’t go to their parents, because their parents were in on it.  They also couldn’t go to the cops, because the cops would most definitely call their parents.  In the end, anything they did would only make them suffer the same fate as their friends: being fed to the dogs in NDG park.

And so they put the mitten up on the fence, as a warning to all children of NDG: don’t misbehave in the neighbourhood of NDG.

There's Snow In Denver

Well I’m back from an exhausting yet fun week in Denver, and I have to say that there was snow on the ground over there!  I snapped a pic with my trusty cell phone camera and am posting it as the first Flash Imagination pic.

So, how does this work?  Well, you start by taking a look at the picture, letting it inspire you.  You then take this inspiration and try to transform it into a story, and write a few sentences in the comments section detailing that story.

Makes sense? Great, give it a try!

For those of you who are interested, here’s my take on the pic:

The governor of Colorado proudly took out a large Cuban cigar, walked to his balcony and let out a few puffs of grey smoke.  He though back at how they’d laughed at him when he’d ordered that the city of Denver be covered in snow, and how they’d mocked and ridiculed him when snow blowing machines of all sizes were brought down from the mountains and put into the city core.

Regardless of what they’d said, he’d pulled it off without a hitch, and Denver had become a winter wonderland within a short two day period.  He looked at his watch and smiled; the Canadian delegation was landing any minute now and would soon be on their way to put the finishing touches on a new trade deal that had been in the works for months.  The governor hoped the snow-covered city would impress the Canadians by making them feel at home, which would in turn allow for them to sign the deal before they headed back to Canada.

Truth was that the delegation would be impressed by the act, but would never sign the deal.  Instead, their car would hit a patch of black ice on their way from the airport to the governor’s mansion.  It would swerve through oncoming traffic and hit a tree on the other side of the street, killing everyone instantly. Of course, the governor of Colorado wouldn’t know about this accident for another 7 minutes, and would keep on puffing his cigar until then, proud he’d been able to cover the city of Denver with snow.

Ok, now your turn!