Setting as Backdrop

 For this exercise, we had to write a short scene that kicks off the story and establishes the setting. Instead of presenting a snapshot of the landscape before moving into our story, we can bring readers right into the setting by combining the setting’s description with action. For Today's task, I used a website to create a story for me, the website I used was https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/story/ I made this story theme be about financial problems and the location was at a church.
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Chris Bishop looked at the warped torch in his hands and felt lonely.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his conventual surroundings. He had always loved calm Church with its cooperative, clumsy crucifix, Candles,. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Michelle Smith. Michelle was a caring monster with scrawny thighs and hairy arms.

Chris gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an incredible, brutal, wine drinker with solid thighs and tall arms. His friends saw him as a gleaming, grieving gentle. Once, he had even brought a bewildered old man back from the brink of death.

But not even an incredible person who had once brought a bewildered old man back from the brink of death was prepared for what Michelle had in-store today.

The sun shone like walking mice, making Chris stressed.

As Chris stepped outside and Michelle came closer, he could see the quickest smile on her face.

"Look, Chris," growled Michelle, with a violent glare that reminded Chris of caring cats. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Money. You owe me 5277 dollars."

Chris looked back, even more, stressed and still fingering the warped torch. "Michelle, I love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two modern, mammoth monkeys smiling at a very malicious funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two gracious uncles shouting to the beat.

Chris regarded Michelle's scrawny thighs and hairy arms. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Michelle glared. "Do you want me to shove that warped torch where the sun don't shine?"

Chris promptly remembered his incredible and brutal values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Michelle looked healthy, her wallet blushing like a plain, prickly piano.

Then Michelle came inside for a nice glass of wine.