Risa had tried to build a bridge to a better future, her game designed to encourage cooperation among disaffected youth. Instead, her creation had led to an explosion of knockoffs, pitting gangs against gang.
Risa watched the violence on the six o’clock news, all belief in her fellow humans lost.
I used the words bridge, belief, and explosion to create this story. Give me three words and I’ll write one for you! And please comment and share my stories.
So much that was created for good has been misused or changed for the worse. It's truly sad, sometimes, that we, as an intelligent and thinking species, can't just seem to get along.