write any story based on visual inputs
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A story of the fox and the sour grapes
Once upon a time on a long sunny day, the fox was traveling across the field. He saw fine grapes on a creeper. He felt hungry and wanted to eat those grapes which seems juicy and delicious.
He jumped and tried to get them several times to get those grapes and enjoy its taste. But he the could not get succeeded in getting those grapes.
So, he decided to turn away and left the hope of getting the grapes and said grapes are sour.
Moral of The Story: sometimes with try hard to achieve something but at last if we don’t get it we think it doesn’t worth getting.
The horses stood on the hill and looked down
before turning and galloping towards the forest.
The orange glow behind the town would have been a beautiful sunset
if you didn’t know it was a fire – threatening to destroy everything
for miles around.
She saw the open window and climbed in. She already knew
from the sign that this dark place with its leaking roof had
once been a supermarket.
The single camel rode across the sand covered hills
carrying its reluctant passenger towards the village.
She threw her hand up towards her head. She felt wet.
Something had hit her. The wetness had spread through her hair.
She caught sight of herself in the car mirror.
Her blonde hair was red – that’s all she remembered.
He had walked this path many times. He knew the boggy wetness
underfoot, the moss-covered stones to one side,
the ivy clad trees to the other.
The only thing different was the sounds.
Machines were moving, getting closer.
The sea was silent.
More still and more blue than they had seen it for a long time.
The clouds above were white mixed with grey but parting now
to show patches of blue.
Was it the calm before the next grey and relentless storm?
Everything she wore was white. She had even managed to get white earrings. She wasn’t getting married. Everybody knew that. To dress completely in white meant something but what.
It was a tunnel made of glass.
Inside showed green but nothing grew here, he knew that.
He walked closer and saw movement but what?
Looking through the window at the side of her house
she saw a man climbing a ladder.
She watched him for a moment hoping he was a window cleaner
but she knew by his expression and empty hands he was no cleaner.
His face was too smooth and too sure.
He had purpose and she guessed that purpose was to stop her.
She locked the window and opened the safe.