The Collector: Creative Writing Task.

Birds awoke in the morning and tweeted harmoniously as the sun was poking out from under the horizon. It rose in a slow fashion, yet formed a gorgeous arc, painting the dull sky with streams of reds and yellows. It illuminated the whole environment, making characterless objects spring to life. The morning dew on the grass glistened like diamonds and the odd middle aged exercisers, jogged through the pathways. George laid in his bed, unaware …

…garbage truck stopped at a house and the garbage collectors picked up a bin and tipped it into the truck and moved onto the next house. George went up to the man and said, "Haha, forgot to put the rubbish out. Chased ya down all morning and finally caught up to ya." The rubbish collector smiled at him, patted his back and grabbed George's garbage bag and hurled it into the back of the truck.