
Okayyy, so I have this thing I have to hand in to a REALLY stubborn teacher.. It's a short story based from this picture, in my book, with this picture, it is black and white, but it shouldn't matter to much. I just wanted you guys to read it and tell me your honest opinion on it.. My Mum gave me hers, but she is my Mum and loves me so you know, I need more proof that it is okay.
Anyways, here it goes.
As he stood alone, Marty thought of what used to be. The buildings were the of it. They started building them many years ago. The gray dull buildings were what stopped the big green eucalyptus trees from growing in their natural land. When the trees were there, the birds would soar through the sky, all the animals would roam free, without a care in the world, it was messy but beautiful.
He looked around, all the light posts were symmetrical, the roads were long and winding. It was so structured, it was polluted, it was dirty. Not what it used to be. He turned to walk away, the dark tunnel ahead. Marty was a poor worker in a mindless money making city, The dark tunnel was no different to what the place was turning in to. What could one man do?