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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: CHILL (10/27/16)
My life began in Atlanta where I came off the assembly line like my countless brethren. There I began a long journey north to fulfill my destiny. Finally I found purpose in a convenience store on the Jersey shore. There I sat with my fellows, some in red and white like me and others, I decided they were not as good as I was in blue, white and red. Some had other colors denoting the fact that they were for the place we were at specifically. They were looked down on by the blue guys as well as my friends as extreme lessers. We spent time with some dudes in silver or black but we were for real and the most popular. Notl like those other guys with different colors I mentioned earlier.


We sat around waiting for someone to pick us up and take us to their home. Some of the guys who came from Atlanta with me in the silver and red got grabbed. Some of the ones in blue left me as well.


Finally it was my time to leave. I went up and left in a white bag and went into the person’s car. Was I about to finally fulfill my destiny. It wasn’t well lit in the rear of the car, but I thought I noticed one of the guys in the silver and red markings in the bag with me and asked them, “What’s happening to us, guys?”


The answer I got made only a bit of sense, “We’re going to a party for these people. We are needed as they get ready to watch football.”


I didn’t understand, what was football and why were we needed for it. When the person got out of his car he swung the bag containing my friends and I and I felt somewhat bubbly. Then we were placed on a counter and taken from the bag and placed in a large white box that felt very cold. I recognized some of the fellow inmates in the cooler box, Oscar Meyer and salsa and sour cream and onion. They didn’t speak but simply sat as cold as I was getting.


Later, after we spent the night in the cooler box, a lot of men came into the house. I was removed from the cooler box, what a relief I was getting very cold in there and sat down to a fellow who introduced himself as Budwiser and on my otherside I met a guy named Bacardi. And just down the line was a bucket with ice in it. The ice didn’t communicate as well as Budwiser and Bacardi did. After some more people came into the room and sat around a picture box,my top was removed by one of the guys. After I was tipped into a glass, ice came in with me and then my new acquaintance Bacardi was tipped into the glass I was poured into.


I knew I was about to meet my fate as the glass had a stick put in it and Bacardi and I were mixed together with ice. I felt cold as I was mixed in the cup with ice. Then the glass was tipped into the mouth of the person who put the three of us into the glass. I felt warm as I descended into darkness. Then I hit some acid which started to break me down. All I could think of was the cliche, “Goodbye, cruel world.” As Bacardi and ice and I began to disappear.
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Larry Whittington
11/04/16
Yes, many have said, "Good by cruel world" because of alcohol.
Bonnie Bowden 
11/13/16
Congratulations, Art, for placing 4th place in the Beginners category. I am glad you are still writing.

It was a cute tale with a chilling ending. Very creative use of this weeks topic.

You need to capitalize North because it is a specific part of the country. I was a little confused in the beginning about the red and blue vs. blue only cans, but then your story had a better flow to it.