Once there was a fair maiden. She had long golden hair that hung in braids. It was so long, it stretched from high in the castle to the ground far below. She was a prisoner in that castle. Every day, she hung her hair out, hoping someone would figure out how to rescue her.
Into town galloped a knight. His armor was polished to such a high shine, he often stared at his own reflection. He stopped to get water for his horse. He looked down at his armor and noticed two long golden braids hanging from somewhere high. As he looked up, he saw a young lady with a sad face. Her hands propped her head up as she gazed across the landscape from a castle window. It was almost as if he heard her calling to him, beckoning him to save her.
Just by using a few of the five senses, I expanded this story into two paragraphs. I could actually go on and on – fleshing the story out, adding more details every time.
Furthermore, expanding upon the earlier example of the story, I am adding my own details and words to a well-known story – but all these words have my own spin, my own thoughts and ideas in the story now.