For this post I took a picture from Bill Sullivan's art gallery and created a story based upon one of the people I saw. Here is my outcome:
His name is detective, Sean Smith. It’s 1930, and he can tell that today is going to be an interesting day. He has been working on a case for the past 6 months. This young girl not even a day over the age of 20 asked for his help. She wanted him to find a scientist that took her beloved hubby away. She said he worked on 8th street and Brewer Ave. when he went to find this guy, he was gone. Only the smell of sin was left. He has been on his tail city by city ever since. Each city he is one step closer to finding this criminal and putting an end to him. This was a cold night. He had a heavy jacket on, glasses, and a hat to conceal his identity. He reached the ware house where he would find the killer. He took out a gun for security purposes. He found the door was open and walked in suspiciously. The long hallway was dark. He began to walk slowly. His heart raced and each step sounded louder. He almost reached the end when out of nowhere he was grabbed and his mouth was covered. He soon blacked out.
The light shined so bright. He opened his eyes. He couldn’t see where he was. “Hello, detective”, said an unfamiliar voice. He looked around, but nothing. “I am Doctor Vancouver”, he spoke again. “What do you want?” Smith questioned. “ I want you to leave me alone and never bother me again”, Vancouver stated. “Do you plan to kill me?” Smith questioned with worry. There was a silence. “No, I am simply going to send you somewhere, where you can’t bother me”. Vancouver then grabbed something and flipped a switch. The lights in the room elongated and the world Smith was in began to change. Within moments Smith hit a floor. He heard footsteps all around. He slowly opened his eyes. Everything was different. Next to him was a plastic piece of paper. He picked it up and pushed off the floor. There where loud noises everywhere. He noticed everyone was going in one direction. Not to create a scene he followed. He noticed everyone was swiping their cards threw a whole and entering threw metal doors. He then noticed it was his turn, he took the plastic paper card, swiped it, and wearily stepped through the door.
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