Skye flexed his fingers and hovered over the keyboard of his laptop. It had been a while since his last post, but since he was on a weeks holiday from his crappy cinema job, he decided to put his mind into more artful considerations, through the images and words of creative freedom. Gazing at the screen, he pondered over his avatar of an aged owl with hollow eyes. It had been the same picture since his participation on the old site, perhaps it was time for a change.<br/><br/>All of a sudden, blue lightening surged up the power cord, the laptop shook and began to flash. Paralysed by the electricity, he silently screamed to his housemates in the living room, powerless. Like being hit by a freight train, the young aspiring writer blacked out.<br/><br/>What seemed like an eternity passed, when finally he woke. Squinting to see in the new light of day, he began to rub his eyes, when he felt a strange texture pressed against his face. It felt feathery. Puzzled he moved his head back, and to his horror, realised his hands had become wings. In shock, he fell backwards, unaware he was on the branch of a tree. Unable to stop his momentum, the creature plummeted towards the ground. Fortunately there was a shallow pond beneath the tree, ending his descend with a clumsy splash. Spluttering and flapping, he swum to the bank, catching his breath.<br/><br/>After a moment, trying to piece together what had happened, he glanced to the pond again and saw the reflection of a decrepit owl with eyeless sockets staring back. On the verge of a panic attack, he closed his eyes to calm himself, 'Come on, pull yourself together. You're not an owl.' Opening them again, it was the same hollow eyes. 'Seriously?!', he squawked, 'I haven't just transformed into my creative freedom avatar, have I?'<br/><br/>Soaking wet and shivering, thisistheclincher saw some buildings in the distance and decided it was probably safer and warmer than being out in the open. Unsure how to fly, or whether this was some terrible nightmare, he hopped awkwardly over the field on his newly acquired talons.