Project 1:

 

Petro stayed afloat in nothing but the fabric of reality, his eyes shut tightly as he opens up his hands, within both shone a black substance. As he brought his hands together to form a clap, it echoed out, the chemical reaction between the substances causing multiple supernovae, one after another and thus destroying everyone and everything that was in existence. After opening his hands, they started to burn a dark red before he joined his hands, the chemicals once again reacting and starting the reproduction of the universe. Soon later, he opened his cupped hands, raising them to his face as he blew, his eyes sunk deep into his skull with age stayed shut. The new blood red substance seemed to flow out as if a river, continuously expanding to create the universe. Following the creation of the universe, there was the need for galaxies; this was simply fulfilled by a pink substance flying out, creating splotches within the universe of which would expand into galaxies. Once the foundations were set up, the colour of the substance turned into a bright yellow, glowing brightly before dying down as he once again blew, stars seeming to scatter around the universe to bring forth light. Soon after, the substance in his hand turned green as he blew for a final time, causing planets to scatter around the galaxies within the ultimate universe. Life began to grow within the planets as Petro spread out his arms, the blast of power within him reacting with the chemicals in the planets in various order, occasionally missing out a couple of planets to avoid over-crowding. The Utopia was finally set up. Petro looked down at this creation, shuddering ever so slightly at the reflection of his powers, his capabilities being near endless. As he watched down, he swirled his arms, causing a vortex to emit out of his hands, spinning restlessly as he threw it towards the newly made Universe, causing for planets to gain their gravitational pulls, re-forming the orbital structure. He was almost complete; he now only needed to add in the physics of which life would revolve around. His eyes shone brightly as a beam of energy flew out, rippling through the Universe, going past the same place millions of times per second, and refining its physical structure before returning to Petro's eyes. Now that he had finished, he had to monitor the production and life-forms in which were to live in the planets. If he did not, the Utopia may be permanently damaged and the serenity of the universe would be in danger.

 

 

 

Project 2:

 

The late night breeze moved in, the trees and grass around ruffling. A slightly elevated, 10x10 platform stood atop the grass, an enclosed kitchen sat at the north end.  The platform itself is made of redwood slabs, decorated in various places with engraved designs of roses filled in with glass to keep the ground smooth. Above the platform were various tables of different sizes, each with their own chairs. For this occasion, a wooden, meter long table sat in the middle of the platform, chairs on either side. One of the chairs held a black leather coat, the other empty. The man of which had been sitting at the chair was now standing just below the stairs to the path, a red carpet going from the street, over the grass just to tuck under the first step. The man himself wore a white shirt accompanied by a red tie. Under his waist sat black silk trousers, his black leather shoes polished. His hair was combed back for the occasion, his facial hair newly shaved. He stood waiting a soft smell of oranges trailing from him. He watched as a car pulled up, a lady getting out as it drove off. He went to take her hand, only to be rejected. They both took their seats, ordering a meal. He looked into her eyes, "It's been a long time." She nodded in reply; she was dressed with a single red dress, her lips obviously layered with matching lipstick. She finished her attire of with inch tall high-heels, her golden blonde hair allowed to flow freely behind her. "You know, I missed you," he continued, "My heart has yet to rest ever since the incident." She shook her head at this, tears shining in her eyes. "Please, hear me out. It was an honest mistake, I-I didn't know what I was doing, I was young." She stood up, "No, you were the same horny bastard you are today." As she turned around to walk away, a hand gripped her wrist, none too tightly, "Please, do you remember us walking hand in hand, can we feel that love again? Just imagine it." The tears were now flowing down her face, she shoved her hand away from his grip, "Look at me, no look at yourself, we're completely different people. Look around you, look at what you've created just to try and get me back, I'm not that type of person, I can't forgive you after what you've done, I couldn't forgive anyone for anything like that." He gasped in surprise to her sudden reply, it felt like a slap. He stood there, watching her as she walked away, the meal had ended before it even started. "I love you, please don't go, I can't live without you." She continued to walk, speeding up her pace. The floor occasionally splattered with a teardrop. 

 

 

 

Project 3:

 

The world seemed to be carpeted with a white blanket, absolute peace and serenity seeping into everyone's hearts. Small, crystalline snowflakes fell from the sky, continueing to add to the blanket. The air itself hung low, cold spreading through the heated houses. For those who were outside, the soft snow either landed on them or around them, the ground a soft cushion.

 

 

 

Project 4:

 

A miasma of despair overcame all at the funeral as the coffin was slowly lowered into the ditch that was dug for it. Many cried tears of sorrow, others kept to themselves, hiding behind veils and glasses. Everyone was dressed in black, the signifying colour of death. Once the coffin was put to rest, the men took steps back, picking up their shovels from the dirt piles, throwing wave after wave of dirt onto in attempts to cover it. The process continued for a couple of minutes, the men doing their jobs slowly, tears also in their eyes. Once finished, they moved back, half admiring their work, the other half crying out.

 

 

 

Project 5:

 

The man sat upon the fair-cut grass, his face looking upwards at the clear sky. He let out a slight sigh, followed by the soft breeze of the autumn wind. The sun had started to set at this time, the last few rays of which it had being given out in a frenzy. The man got up, looking at his surroundings; high-standing redwood trees. He started to stride towards his small cabin, knowing it was time to eat. His wife's scrumptious cooking's smell drifted out to him.