It was one of those days. One of the ones that seemed to drag on forever and yet I didn't want it to end. What was the point to it ending? I had nothing to look forward to tomorrow so why hope for the end of the day? I was curled up in the back of my parents closet. I knew it was an odd place to stay but it was dark and quiet and it suited my mood. I couldn't stand being around my family right then. My knees were pulled up to my chest as I stared blankly into the floor when I heard a new sound. It was just different enough that it cut through the clouds in my head. That new sound was a voice and it was calling my name. The girl that materialized in front of me out of nowhere looked down at me for a long moment before hugging me tightly. The combination of seeing her and the physical contact shocked me into silence as I just stared at her.
"I'm sorry," she had said, noticing my stunning expression as she hugged me in my parents closet. What she told me next, completely rocked my world. "I'm Megan. Your younger sister. And I'm a ghost too."
I tried to force my lips to work as my thoughts raced, one over another, tumbling around in my head but instead of forcing the words out, I just clung to the girl as I broke down into hysterical sobs. She held me for a long time, letting me cry as I tried to explain that it had just been so long since I'd been able to talk to or touch anyone.
"I know. I'm sorry. I came as soon as I could but I was on the other side of the world and I didn't know until just a few days ago and then I had to try and locate you but you guys had moved several times since I died and it took some time to track down your current house."
I finally got my mouth to work with my brain. I didn't have a sister named Megan. I'd never had a sister named Megan. There was just Holly and Rianna and then there was me. The three sisters.
Megan smiled just a little. "Do you remember that miscarriage Mom had? That was me. I know it's a shock but I really am your sister and I'm here to help you."

I fell into somewhat of a routine. On my bad days, I would normally end up in some stranger's house and find me a quiet corner to cry. On my good days, I would follow one of my siblings around and just watch them. My youngest brother, Arlen was the one I followed the most. He was quiet, and only now, I realized how much we hadn't listened to him. As the baby of our large family it was easy for people to get lost and we hadn't helped matters by shooting his ideas down. Only now, being unable to speak to them myself, I realized how often we had done that. Arlen had always been artistic and I had encouraged Mom to get him lessons, which he had loved. The creative gene had run pretty heavily in our family but Arlen always had a particular affinity to the artistic. So on my good days, I would lay on his bed and watch him draw and create paper sculptures. Sometimes he would turn on music and I would stand over his shoulder and watch him. He nearly always drew people but for some reason, unknown to me, always hid their faces. Occasionally, I would think he might have heard me as he would look up and stare off into space, his pencil tapping against the page but he always turned back no matter how loud I shouted. I missed my little brother and his cheerful smile and his quiet way of doing things. I had always looked out for him but with nothing else to do, I realized there was so much more I could have done. I wish I could hug him and tell him I loved him. But I had lost that opportunity forever.

I'm starting to lose track of the days. When there is nothing you can do besides watch people, the dates and times start to mean less and less. I don't have any place I'm supposed to be so I wander. Sometimes I will go the the library and read over people's shoulders since I can't actually handle the books. Those are the good days. The days when I can ignore the silence and the pain and try to enjoy the little things. However, those days are becoming further and further apart. I'd never spent much time alone before. I'd always had family or friends around and every day that passed in this new life seemed to allow the stillness and quiet to press in a little closer. Sometimes it was so thick and heavy, I felt like I could barely move under it's weight. Some days I would scream until my throat was raw just to hear the sound of something in the empty space that followed me everywhere. Other times, I would simply sit there, dead to the rest of the world as I tried to mentally check out of my hell. I don't know how much time would pass - time was such a meaningless phrase now - but when I'd finally give up, I'd realize whole days had passed. I no longer knew how long I had been dead. My nephew and nieces were a little taller, the weather a little colder, and I was still here and still so very alone. I discovered that I couldn't cry. I could sob and wail but the tears never came. The darkness around me seemed almost triumphant as I curled up in a ball, hugging myself, my dry eyes pressed against the fabric of my shirt. I was stuck and there was no point to anything anymore.
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So since no one has figured out what this is based off of, I shall give my first clue. The TV show this is inspired by is a British show

It's been a week since my funeral and the longest week I've ever suffered through. The silence, muffled whispers, and quiet tears at my home have become too much and every time I see the face of one of my younger siblings, it's like someone has stabbed a knife into my chest and is twisting it with every tear they shed. I couldn't handle it anymore and left the house. I found myself standing out side my older brother's house and let myself in. My older brother, Damon had always been more like an uncle to me due to the 9 years that separated us. At least until he had gotten married and Cara and her two kids, Cadey and Riley became part of our family. Cara and Damon eventually had a kid of their own. Their household was more subdued that normal but I really don't think that the older two kids and especially little Asher understood the concept of death. They knew something was wrong but they didn't let that stop them as they squabbled in the living room over having to take turns with the Wii. Cadey finally surrendered the remote to Riley and curled up on the couch with Asher who was in the process of coloring the most obnoxiously bright colored dinosaur. I sat down on the coffee table, knowing that they couldn't see me and smiled a little as Cadey helped Asher with some of the harder parts of the picture. Eventually the fact that they were never going to see their aunt would sink in but right now they were together and nothing could truly puncture their happy bubble. I ached to hug them and feel their little arms around me as they happily told me about their day. It seemed like it had been forever since I'd had contact with anyone. I reached out to touch their hair, pulling back at the last minute. I don't think I could stand watching my hand go through their body and them be so completely unaware of it all. I left.

So yesterday was my funeral. My family buried me. The whole concept is still so hard to even think about but there's no denying it. I saw the headstone. It had my name, and the date I was born and the date I died and under that it simply had the word "Imagination". I guess it suits me. It's not what I would have chosen but then I never considered what to put on my tombstone. It's lonely, being whatever it is that I am. I don't sleep anymore and I can't eat. My voice is finally starting to come back but nothing I have done to try and communicate has helped and my attempts to interact with the physical world have been met with failure. What am I supposed to be doing? I can't communicate and I can't do anything, so I end up following my family around a lot. The hardest part is watching my sisters. I've always been close to them, extremely close. We were only two years apart and did almost everything together and now, I'm alone and there's no one to talk to. Alone. It's such a horrible painful word and so heavy. Holly cries at night and tends to talk about the things I used to do. It's difficult to think of myself in past tense. Holly keeps trying to go through the pictures in the photo albums but can't make it through more than a few pages without tearing up. Rianna doesn't cry but she also doesn't talk much. She's always been harder to predict than Holly but I've noticed that since my family found out about me, she tends to isolate herself more than normal. I miss my sisters.
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So the prize I offered to the person who can name the TV show that the concept for this is taken from, is still available. I'll probably start posting clues if no one can figure it out

I had never given much thought to how I would die. It had never really occurred to me that I would, much less that I would die so young. One minute, I was walking from campus to my dorm one night and the next, there was a loud noise and a squeal of brakes and something hit me that hurt and then nothing. I opened my eyes to find myself standing over my own body, bloody from being hit by the car as the drunk student frantically tried to call 911. I tried to talk to her but she couldn't hear me or see me. It took me days to actually connect the word ghost with myself. No one could see me no matter how hard I tried to let them know I was still there. The hardest part was watching my parents and siblings come to collect my body and being unable to say anything to them. They cried so much and it was hard watching them be so sad. I lost my voice after the first day, screaming, trying to get them to hear me. After that, I just followed them around everywhere, trying so hard to think of a way to contact them. Nothing I did seemed to work and as they made the arrangements for my funeral - it was such a hard word to try and force my mind around - I grew more desperate. Why wasn't I dead? Was I going to have to spend the rest of eternity alone watching everyone I loved grow old and leave me behind? What was the point of it all?
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So this is a project I've been wanting to do for some time now but I didn't know how I wanted to go about it. There's a challenge out there of showing your life as a movie and ages and ages ago, I asked the moderator of the group if I could do the challenge but with some changes to fit my life and she said that would be fine so here's my life as a movie. My version of my life (since obviously I'm not dead) is based on a TV show and if you can name that show, I'll be giving out your choice of prizes. Also this is a fictionalized but highly personal project so you guys will probably learn more about me than you ever wanted to know. I hope you enjoy it.

So there are two things I am going to comment on for this set. If you are interested as to the intent of the set, scroll down to the bottom. If you want to know my announcement, keep reading and I apologize right now for the length
 
I have wanted to start a group for ages but never knew what to do it on and it recently occurred to me that there is a field of interest that hasn’t been touched on (as far as I know) on polyvore. I have always had a huge interest in fairy tales and as a child I would curl up and spend hours and hours going through these massive books that were full of fairy tales. I would compare them to each other, try and find related themes in them and create charts of things I found. Because my parents chose to get rid of our TV when I was around five years old, while I grew up aware of Disney films and saw quite a few of them at friends’ houses, my interest was held almost exclusively by the original stories. Some of my earliest memories of after learning to read was reading a Grimm Brothers book and being enthralled with the idea of Snow White’s stepmother being forced to dance in red hot shoes.
 
Anyway, so I would like to create a group that focuses on the original stories and tries to un-Disney them as well as looks into the lesser known stories. I would love to do competitions and would be looking for original and creative castings and unusual color schemes. If this sounds even slightly interesting to you, please comment. It can just be a word or two but I don’t know if this is something that would be interesting to people other than myself and the group will probably not happen if there’s not an interest shown into it.
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Now about the set. So in my opinion there are three movies shown in this set that worked and one that did not, though they are all in a similar vein. The Princess Bride is the trolliest book I’ve ever read and one of the most hysterical, classic movies I’ve ever seen. It is a fairy tale but at the same time, it pokes fun of and breaks apart some of the common themes of fairy tales. The Cinderella movie with Brandy is so freaking hysterical just in all the genetic rules it breaks alone. How a black woman and a white man have a filipino son is beyond me but it works and the script is SO funny. And then we come to the two newest films, Mirror Mirror and Ella Enchanted, which I have seen compared to each other quite a bit. It is my opinion that Mirror Mirror worked and Ella Enchanted failed. Mirror Mirror took the actions and behaviors of an animated film and gave them to real live actors which I feel made it funnier because when a cartoon does something, it does not have the same effect that it does when a real person does. I loved the writing and the costumes and while it is not without flaws, I adored the movie. Ella Enchanted on the other hand, is a movie I saw once or twice and will probably never see again. They ignored everything that made the book special and tried to make it appeal to a more modern audience by making it just like the modern world just with long dresses. In some ways, I feel like the film took all the worst parts of the book Ella Enchanted, the worst parts of the Brandy Cinderella, and the worst parts of our world and mixed them together with a dash of Princess Bride by casting Cary Elwes. The movie just lacks the special touch that makes it special. I’m all for making things appeal to modern audiences but not at the expense of actual character development and universe alterations.

So this isn't actually for anything. I created this template ages ago for a friend who wanted to dreamcasting but didn't know how the sets go together so I put it together. I'd say for what it is, it works, but templates are a personal peeve of mine because they never work out the way you want them to
 
@jasminehermionecullen This is sort of what I had in mind for the set. Templates are very hard to work with and they only work minimally well.

Q'orianka Kilcher as Pocahontas
 
I have no idea where this style of layout (inspired by @allweknowisfalling) is going but I kind of like doing these sets between my regular dreamcasting. They allow me to use more photos than I normally do and I don't have to find more than one photo of the actress or model which i like

Andrew Garfield as Wikipedia
 
Tyler Straight is well known in his school to be the genius. He loves learning and seems to know everything about anything. However learning does not come easy to him and it takes him quite a while to get the information straight in his head and to get it to stick. Once it's in there, however, he never forgets it.
 
He's the oldest of several siblings and dotes on them, as he is quite a bit older than them. He is generally well liked by people at his school and it's become a bit of a joke among his friends to try and see if they can come up with topics he doesn't know anything about.
 
Tyler a levelheaded boy but he doesn't take kindly to people who are cruel to others, in any form of the word. And once a person loses his trust, they lose it forever and he never forgets it and he never forgives them.
 
He is currently taking dual credit classes at the local college and has a full ride lined up once he graduates. He plans on studying education and to eventually teach elementary school since he enjoys working with children