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December 2nd 2021: Writing Everday

Writing prompt for the day

Write a scene using the word of 2021, "vaccine".

"Vaccine! Vaccine!" The words echoed around the empty building, rebounding across the walls.


The year was (somewhere in the 1700 or 1800s) and people all over Europe were dying of the horrific disease called smallpox.


The words continued to rebound and finally escaped through a crack in one of the windows. Slowly it began hovering and flirting with the wind. It passed over the houses of death, graveyards full of freshly dug graves; scores of bodies piled outside the morgue. Dying, dying everywhere.


The scene was so haunting that Vaccine forgot to look where it was going. Wham! It slammed into the head of a little scamp of a man called Dr Jenner. Trapped inside Dr Jenner's head, Vaccine brusseled and burred trying to escape. This stimulated the turning of Dr Jenner's cognitive cogwheels and so Smallpox Vaccine was born.


From far above on a cloud, strung with a harp and wispy whiteness, Vaccine sat and watched as Smallpox Vaccine bravely and courageously ousted Smallpox virus. He watched as little fragments of himself "whammed" into other human's heads, turned their cognitive cogwheels and gave birth to other little Vaccines

that saved the lives of humankind.


The year 2020 rolled by. The cloud was a little less poofy and more acidic. Vaccine watched as Covid virus wreaked havoc on the people below. He watched as Covid Vaccine was born and how courageously it fought and saved human lives.


But then Vaccine began to cry. He began to cry as people began turning on Covid Vaccine, shaming it, blaming it for killing people. So much for cognitive cogwheel turning, so much for years and years of death that had been prevented. In a bizarre paradox, the masses had just chosen death instead of life.

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