<p>But I couldn’t focus. My essay was going to be about gummy bears, but I took it too far. At least it got me writing, though. I know it’s off-topic. I want to share my story just for kicks (or maybe it’s actually useful in some way). Maybe it will provide good visual examples or something.</p>
<p>Anyway, here it is.</p>
<p>Today was doomsday for the gummy bear kingdom. Giant predators with pale, bendable extremities were invading; nightmare creatures of unknown origin. These were no ordinary predators: They saw everything, ate everything, and controlled everything. The gummy bears’ only hope was to hide. Somewhere! Anywhere! “Quickly,” said the king, “camouflage within the colored stripes of land!” There was chaos. Each gummy bear flocked to his own color on the tropical table cloth. Their sticky, supple bodies remained petrified with fear within the protection of the land. Except for the oranges; they were out of luck. No orange stripes existed on the table cloth. Overcome with uncertainty, the flailing orange gummy bears simply stopped moving. It was the moment of truth. Slowly, the five-limbed octopus hovered over the table. The bears remained silent. The beast scanned the table. Its penetrating vision saw right through their camouflage. The hand lunged downward and picked up a red bear, then snapped back so high up into the sky, the other gummy bears were unsure where their brother had even been taken. No one ever returned from the hand’s grasp to tell the tale, though. The remaining bears braced themselves. Another prisoner would be taken shortly. Five gummy bears remained on the table, the rest were lucky; they were glad they had the never left the walls of the citadel. Then, in one sweeping motion, the nightmare creature snapped up all of the gummy bears and quickly dropped them into the so-called jail that the gummy bear legends had described. This was no jail, though. The prisoners were unconscious before they even had the chance to act against the white structures of the torture chamber. However, the invasion was over. The main part of the gummy kingdom rejoiced! They were sealed away from evil within the confines of the plastic walls. The predator picked up the entire bag, but the bears knew they were safe; and they were right. The hand dropped the gummy fortress onto some sort of plateau in the dark and then disappeared. Another night at the gummy kingdom was over, and there had only been six casualties.</p>
<p>Perhaps I can salvage it.</p>