Logan Burmester
11/6/17
P.6
Flash Fiction
As the universe was getting destroyed by the evil monkey babies... On earth all the countries were not in panic because they, have their budgets in a way to afford an intergalactic planetary shield to defend their own countries, bought from china. Well... all but one country was being calm. America was unable to afford an intergalactic planetary shield due to its own trade agreement on taxes with china, and the government felt so strong about this they did not even lift the taxes to afford it. Because they felt that it would be cheating the people. The government felt this way because back in 2021 after Snoop-Dogg was elected president he cheated over the middle class with higher taxes than in the Obama administration, right after trump lower them in his second term. The government was funding so many programs that all people took participation in, because they could not afford not to with taxes being so high. Americans felt that the current president had screwed them over, with the likelihood of death by space monkey babies.
The monkeys were one day away from earth and there was a 100% chance of them attacking earth, well the 48 contiguous states at least. There was panic in all of the towns across the country. Somehow amassing there was a moment that started on one corner of the country wear if all of the people, men, women, and children could be armed somehow there may be a chance. The word spread word to ear all across the country in a matter of what seemed like a few hours. So while all the government moved in to their survival bunkers. People across the country’s sheared arms and ammo. Every person that was capital of holding a weapon was able to, on tops of buildings, and tree tops.
The evil monkey babies have arrived, and the United States have been victories. Only California had died, not single person served there. However the rest of the states have something to be proud of and be united by this war to be called. No one even cared about California to begin with.
The message of my flash fiction/self portrait is that sometimes I get wrapped up into something so far sometimes I can be sucked in and believe only what's happening in the moment. I’ll only want to get that one singular thing done before I start something new. Then, I’ll strive to finish whatever I’m passionate about until I finish, even if I lose something in the process. To do this, in my flash fiction, I have used the scenario of the United States faced with grim fear of death because of past government issues. With example, in my self portrait, I have placed myself in a way that it looks like I am almost stuck, as if I am forced to finish what I'm doing. Just as the United States putting all their effort into saving themselves in the flash fiction. Around the corners of the my self portrait there are black faded out corners, this is to represent just a single glimpse almost as if it is a photograph. In the flash fiction story, everyone in California dies. This is the representation for how once I'm passionate about something I keep striving to do anything to finish it even if I have to give something else up.
