Foster’s Porn Story: Imaginaries Chapter 1

They can be as big as a house, or a
skyscraper, or as teeny-tiny as a speck of dirt. Tall, short, wide,
pencil-like, simple or complex, imaginary friends are everywhere. In
the context of this story, however, imaginary friends are slowly
starting to lose the affix of friend. It wasn’t necessarily
that children didn’t want the idea of imaginary friends in their
lives, it was just so much as the opposite: namely, not all imaginary
friends weren’t solely created by little tykes any more.

As the people of the world started to
see that imaginary friends were starting to crawl into society,
they noticed, just for a moment, that maybe they too had their own
feelings, their own goals, accomplishments in life, a little trinket
to exist.

For example, one imaginary wanted a job
at a shoe store, he got it, and met another imaginary on the way. Two
other imaginaries, who were, at first thought, believed to be
brothers, were the creations of two separate children living next
door to each other. They did, however, share a common trait: one to
imagine for themselves, for imaginaries lacked the ability to have
their own dreams come into existence, so instead, they drew things
up, letting the canvas tell the story.

It was an odd way for imaginaries to
blend into our own culture, but they themselves managed to birth
their own. Some of them believing that they could go independent or
imagi-indie as they called it, a lack of person attachment. But
somehow, deep in their hearts, even the most mean of ones, they all
wanted to be loved by something, especially someone.

The one that made them who they are.

Like most imaginaries, this story
begins with a simple idea…