Can someone give me an idea for an allegory? I'm very

Does it matter what genre?

>>218649
Not at all

>>218643

This is a creative writing project I assume?

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dust mites.

no, wait, sorry, that's an allergy.

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>>218643

Not hard

>>218643

A story about a spider who a bunch of people go to for hidden knowledge. The spider responds, but might take too long or get distracted. At the end, the main character realizes that the spider was /wsr/ all along.

there's a town with a chronic bread shortage, but when they get bread donations, they throw it out because they see this one really delicious-looking piece of bread in a shop window and they won't be satisfied by anything else. somebody manages to buy the fancy bread and it turns out that it's moldy inside, while the bread donations were fresh

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

>>218852
why this first sentence no verb?

>>219079

He accidentally a verb

more? or too boring?

There's a poor city of starving rats that lives next to a rich castle of mice, where no rats are allowed. Every day the mice open the gates for mice to come and go. Every night, the mice throw a lavish banquet party, their only meal of the day.

Rats can disguise themselves and pretend to be mice to get past the guards during the day, but if a rat reveals himself during the party, he's locked away in the dungeons forever. And any rat who tells a lie when it's nighttime is snatched away that night and eaten by the ghostly Five-Taloned Claw, no matter if he's in the city or the castle.

Since they will starve without the mice's banquet, the rats develop an art of half-truths and misleading statements to imply that they're mice without arousing the wrath of the Claw. Schools are opened to teach trickery and rewards are given to those slick enough to crash the party and bring back food.

And one day, after the rats have become masters, the sun never sets, there is no party, and the day goes on forever.