My mad dream of an essay
Remember that time you ate that spicy [noun] just before you went to bed on the night before the big [game]? Oh, that weird dream you had about the 2016 presidential election. When you woke up you couldn't quite remember the [adjective] details, but after reading "On Self-Reliance" and "A Sound of Thunder" it's all coming back to you now.
The dream started badly. You were in line with your family at a [restaurant] waiting to be sent to [a table near the window ]. Everywhere you looked there were posters of president-elect [Seth Stone ], looking like a crazy [bull] who could eat a whole [SUV].
Suddenly, there was Ralph Waldo Emerson telling you, "[..some powerful mind acting on the elemental thought of duty..]." You realized that you have something to contribute to the world so you decided to [scream for the top of your lungs your opinion on the election ]. But it wasn't easy. First you had to put on a fancy [gown] and [expensive earrings ] and then you had make a [time machine ] to go back in time to the [large group of protesters ] so you could convince people to learn about the candidates and the [promises they make and to learn well of what kind of person they are ].
But right there in the [large group of protesters ] there was a giant [spider ] and it started [yell] ing at everyone. People started to [run]. You grabbed a [microphone ] from a nearby [person] and yelled[ about the upcoming presidential election]. Everyone stopped and listened, so you kept going.
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