Question:
TESTING OUR CREATIVITY THEORY. Help Please?
I'm posting this again here:
My co worker and I are having this arguement about the human mind. She is under the impression that humans lack the ability to be creative because there are too many outside factors that help mold whatever thoughts that might pass through one's mind. Basically, she's saying only blind people can be truly creative. I beg to differ. I think that 'using' these very factors, we are able to create and develop ideas... I'm confusing myself here. Listen, help me out..
A mom
An 8 year old son
An ex boyfriend (mom's)
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Without thinking of any TV shows, movies, songs, books, or ANYTHING like that, can ANYONE give these people a story? Nothing generic. She's betting everyone will come up with the 'Mom meets new man, son doesn't like him 'cause he's not dad, but eventually warms up to him... happily ever after' story. Add stuff, take stuff away, but go nuts. We HAVE to prove her wrong!! (We're each at our desks hitting 'refresh' every 2 seconds). PLEASE???
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Wow. I thought that would be easy but it's quite tough! Everything I can think of has been done already!
OK, best I can do:
Anita doesn't like being Mum to 8-year-old Charlie. He's a good kid, but she was never cut out to be a mum. The first year or two were tough, especially after Tom walked out to 'find himself' and never came back. Last she heard he was touring America with his new band. She'd told him to never come round again after what she found out anyway. But it soon became apparent that Charlie was a really, REALLY intelligent child and needed constant input to keep him from being bored. Anita just didn't have the willpower or the energy to motivate him. And to be frank, she didn't love him that much.
On this particular winter morning, Anita was seriously thinking about abandoning Charlie. She couldn't be a proper mum anyway, he needed better than this and besides, she'd lost herself. She needed time to think, to rediscover her dreams, maybe start a career. She might come back, she might not - to be honest, she probably wouldn't. The last 9 years had been some kind of nightmare, a mistake waiting to be corrected.
The doorbell rang. Charlie answered it - she heard a man's voice. No, it couldn't be... it was...Tom! How dare he come here, after all the warnings she'd given him!
'Anita, I need to talk to you. Mom's been telling me about Charlie and I couldn't leave it any longer. I'm taking him with me.'
'He doesn't know you. You'll make him like you. I won't have a gay son.'
'You might as well not have a son at all! He can live with me, I'll send him to a good school and I will take care of him. It's got to be better than this. You live in squalor, you love your precious dogs more than your son and it's clear you're never going to do a decent day's work. Besides, I'd rather not have to visit him in a prison, which is were he'll end up if he stays here! You don't want him, so let him come and live with me'.
Two hours later, Anita watched from behind the curtain as Charlie packed his one bag into the car. Good riddance, she thought. Nothing to do with me any more. I can get on with my life now.
She turned away from the window and picked up the bag that she'd packed for herself. As she started to unpack again, a tear rolled down her cheek. 10 minutes later, she was sobbing. She realised that she'd just let the most important thing in her life walk away.
OK there it is, best I can do in twenty minutes, needs a lot of work I know but at least it's not a 'happy ever after' story!