Writing
a story based on the picture
The people in the pictures are fleeing their homes in
search of a better life and new opportunities. When the picture was taken, everyone
was crowded around a campfire discussing what personal challenges they face and
hopefully together they can overcome them. Their village was destroyed by crazy
giraffes that ran in out of nowhere and destroyed everything. It was determined
that the Giraffes consumed a shit ton of cocaine, probably mistaken it for
powdered sugar they like on their morning pancakes. The people were terrified,
but they knew what they had to do, they took whatever they could carry in a knapsack
and headed out toward a new life. Along the way, they’ve been meeting new
friends who also are in search of new opportunities. They’re headed to this
wonderful place (HAHAH JOKES ON THEM) they’ve heard about, Cleveland Ohio.
Cleveland is not much further away. By the next night,
they’d be there, in that glorious place. But they also don’t know what to
expect. Coming from the depths of Chattanooga Tennessee, they have limited
skills. The usual, hunt, fish, they can do all the common redneck activities.
Going to a big city they are worried about how quickly they can adapt to and how
to be a good contributing citizen to society.
What happens next is extraordinary. They make it to
Cleveland! First thing that happens? They walk while traffic has a green light,
they all get run over and die.
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