The revolution started when scientists weaponized tomatoes. They brought them to life. They had mean eyes, sharp teeth and ate everything in site. We marched to the capital and threw the tomatoes at the authoritarian ruling class. They didn’t stand a chance, the tomates ate every last politician. The tomatoes came back out and shouted, “we’re still hungry.” “Everybody run,” someone shouted. But almost nobody escaped the deadly genetically engineered tomato monsters. Those of us who did had to hide. We now lived in a world ruled by evil tomatoes, and their evil leader, King Redblood Strongvine.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Hey come on, don't be selfish. Whatever you're on, gimme some of that too! Your ideas are so insanely cool! I loved this!
Another good one, Alex. You’ve been cranking these out! Great job!