#i see like 20 'be saved by god' billboards a day and that's just highway driving near my home

[beddhead-red]

I realize this is specifically about Florida but get rid of the palm trees and this is just an image of 90% of US highways

i think of this image at least once a month its so funny how this is just what its actually like

[crowned-ivy]

Here's a short story exercise I had to do this week for my writing course...I wrote it in like 20 minutes but idk it's the first piece of writing that I've done in a while that's got me to start writing more again so I'm happy about it. Kudos if you can identify what my inspiration was (excluding the prompt). We had to choose a 6 word story from a list and then make it longer or use it as a prompt:

“Heaven falls. Details at eleven.”

- Robert Jordan

The hum of the radio signal rang throughout the room. Boxes and wires littered the floor, and a single white light lit the room. A distant chatter could be heard from outside but it wasn’t much to disrupt the atmosphere. A ding alarmed him that the commercial break was over. Turning back towards the desk in his chair, he put on his headset and pressed the button to go live.

“I hope you are all having a pleasant afternoon, the sky is bright and the birds are singing. Janet from next door has informed me that she will be selling homemade lemonade at her front yard today. So make sure to pick some up before it all runs out! All proceeds will be going towards the “Save The Wasps!” charity.” His cheery voice rang throughout the speakers of every radio that was tuned in. Which was every radio in town. This is a mandatory station to listen to, mind you. He looked towards the window on the door to his office, believing that he saw Thomas with new notes for him. It was just a trick of the light from the outside window though.

“Next, traffic. There was a collision on the A31 highway today, look out for the cows that are roaming freely in the area.” He looked down at his notes and sighed deeply. “A man has been seen skipping throughout the town, chanting “The Cloud! The Cloud sees all! The Cloud! The cloud sees all!” So the Head Chair suggests throwing tomatoes at him if he is ever to pass you. Missing while aiming towards him will end up with a surprise penalty,” he rested his elbows on the desk and held his head in his hands, a smile plastered on his face. There was a slight ruckus outside the office, but no one had bothered him yet. Another trick of the light had caused him to look at his door, awaiting more information but alas nothing yet. So he kept going.

“In local news, there is a new craze for billboards. There are billboards now on people’s homes and pets. We were able to interview a woman about this. We asked her why she put up a billboard of her dog, playing poker, on the roof of her house. She responded by saying that it just looks cute. That it would please the green gods in the sky. Perhaps she is colourblind.” He scratched at his head. The sky was still yet a normal colour...perhaps getting more white by now. You cannot trust everything the locals say these days.

A note slipped under his door, presumably from Thomas. It was to be read on-air.

“The cows say that they are sorry you all must have a body. On what this means, we are uncertain. Kelly tried to speak to them whilst on the scene on the highway but they all dismissed her.” He informed happily. Cows were always hard to talk to, their eyes held the universe but unfortunately, their knowledge of speech was as vast as a puddle. He received a message through his headpiece,

“The High Chair recommends catching the last few rays of sunshine before the day’s end. It is important for your bone health and feeling like a toasted marshmallow will help relieve stress and cure tuberculosis. Now remember, do not go outside to cure tuberculosis as this illness was made illegal last year and if you are caught trying to treat it you will be faced with a surprise penalty from The High Chair.” He laughed assuringly.

Suddenly his door opened and there stood Thomas, the meteorologist. He smiled at Thomas, glad to see his handsome face again. He was about to announce Thomas’s presence but Thomas just gave him a stern nod and left. Not this again, he thought.

“Finally the weather. Heaven has fallen. The sky has been turning white throughout the whole day. You may have noticed this if you have been outside catching some sun, as the High Chair ordered. If not, you will be faced with a surprise penalty,” his cheery voice rang through the homes and vehicles around town. “More information will be provided at eleven. Unless it is too late by then,” he sighed towards the end. “Now enjoy your last few hours with the calming tunes of Elton John!”