Fiction is great because you can make stories out of anything. Anyone and anything can be a character, and there are no limits to what that person or thing can do.
In reality, we find lint annoying. But imagine a story based around lint on a sweater as a dying community. There are armies of lint, organized and determined to fight against the enemy, The Roller. When The Roller attacks, it wipes out whole populations by barreling down homes and picking up innocents as trophies. The elders of the community cry for their lost sons and daughters because they have lasted such a long time, and it is only when creation overfills homes that The Roller comes. The Roller is heartless and enjoys taking away the young ones, shedding its skin often for the next generation to experience its full effect.
Something must be done. The elders gather in a sleeve and discuss stratagems, possible hiding places for the new ones in the community, but before they can execute their plans The Roller comes and decimates the lint. Some still remain. Most are gone.
This would be sad if we really cared about lint. But sometimes fiction can fail in believability.
i like this!
ReplyDeletehahaha =P now write one from the point of view of the roller! you can write about how sad the roller is every time it has to shed its skin and how much it hates the lint because of that!
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