The Fears of a Pessimistic Grape Story Board

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Grape is on the vine. I really do not want to get eaten. I am very scared and sad. I have heard the worst stories through the grapevine, horrors of the pain from being eaten, and teeth sinking into your skin. If I had to be eaten by something I would want to be eaten by a baby. Most babies either don’t have teeth or they are very round which probably are less sharp and pain inducing. The grape gets picked by a large hand. AHHH! What's happening?! I really do not want to be smushed at the bottom of the box. Being a squashed grape is my worst fear.

The grape is loaded on to the back of a large truck. At least this drive is short and it's actually pretty relaxing. I am lucky to be intact unlike the grape underneath me.

The grape box is in the store. The lights are so bright. This is not the natural sunlight I am used to. I want to go back to the vineyard!! The grape is chosen and is in the cart. I feel cursed. I do not know what I did to deserve this! My box was not even at the top of the stack and the huge woman still chose me. I really do not want to be eaten!

The grape sits in the fridge for days. Some of my friends were eaten by a monster with spiky teeth. I feel lucky to be a survivor but I am rotting away in this cold white room.

Some of the other grapes are being eaten.

The grapes are thrown into the trash can. I guess I got too ripe to eat. I feel so sad because my life was for nothing, all my fears were meaningless because I was never even eaten.

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Grape is on the vine. I really do not want to get eaten. I am very scared and sad. I have heard the worst stories through the grapevine, horrors of the pain from being eaten, and teeth sinking into your skin. If I had to be eaten by something I would want to be eaten by a baby. Most babies either don’t have teeth or they are very round which probably are less sharp and pain inducing. The grape gets picked by a large hand. AHHH! What's happening?! I really do not want to be smushed at the bottom of the box. Being a squashed grape is my worst fear.

The grape is loaded on to the back of a large truck. At least this drive is short and it's actually pretty relaxing. I am lucky to be intact unlike the grape underneath me.

The grape box is in the store. The lights are so bright. This is not the natural sunlight I am used to. I want to go back to the vineyard!! The grape is chosen and is in the cart. I feel cursed. I do not know what I did to deserve this! My box was not even at the top of the stack and the huge woman still chose me. I really do not want to be eaten!

The grape sits in the fridge for days. Some of my friends were eaten by a monster with spiky teeth. I feel lucky to be a survivor but I am rotting away in this cold white room.

Some of the other grapes are being eaten.

The grapes are thrown into the trash can. I guess I got too ripe to eat. I feel so sad because my life was for nothing, all my fears were meaningless because I was never even eaten.

Growth and Harvesting

Transportation

Purchase

Waiting

Consumption

Disposal

Grape is on the vine. I really do not want to get eaten. I am very scared and sad. I have heard the worst stories through the grapevine, horrors of the pain from being eaten, and teeth sinking into your skin. If I had to be eaten by something I would want to be eaten by a baby. Most babies either don’t have teeth or they are very round which probably are less sharp and pain inducing. The grape gets picked by a large hand. AHHH! What's happening?! I really do not want to be smushed at the bottom of the box. Being a squashed grape is my worst fear.

The grape is loaded on to the back of a large truck. At least this drive is short and it's actually pretty relaxing. I am lucky to be intact unlike the grape underneath me.

The grape box is in the store. The lights are so bright. This is not the natural sunlight I am used to. I want to go back to the vineyard!! The grape is chosen and is in the cart. I feel cursed. I do not know what I did to deserve this! My box was not even at the top of the stack and the huge woman still chose me. I really do not want to be eaten!

The grape sits in the fridge for days. Some of my friends were eaten by a monster with spiky teeth. I feel lucky to be a survivor but I am rotting away in this cold white room.

Some of the other grapes are being eaten.

The grapes are thrown into the trash can. I guess I got too ripe to eat. I feel so sad because my life was for nothing, all my fears were meaningless because I was never even eaten.