"THE GRAPES OF WRATH", quotations from The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck.
disclaimer: i don't own John Steinbeck or his book, or Fullmetal Alchemist characters such as the Homunculi, logos, themes, etc.
i have never read the Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. I got the quotations off a website. Cause I was just thinking one day: hey, i'll write a story where Wrath own some grapes.
This is story is based off a comic i drew. unlike my Rude fanfic/ comic, this one I will explain in frames (comic strip frames.) Frames will be separated by bars like the one below.
Wrath is watering a grape vine
Wrath: "In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy for the vintage."
Envy: Do you really use souls?
Wrath: No, I just said that because it's about this time people grow heavy with longing for my grapes!
Envy (aside): Yeah, I was gonna say...
Wrath: well, time to go to market. Wanna come?
Envy: okay.
Narrator: on their travels, they met Lust. She joined them. Toting carts of grapes is hard, though. They're getting tired after awhile.
they lay under a tree, resting and panting. Envy watches the road, standing near the wheel-barrowsof grapes.
Envy's eyes with a ! next to him.
Envy: A car!
a picture of a hitch-hiker's thumb.
the three are assembled by the car.
Envy: "Stick out a han' to the little fella, he's wore out...The ol' woman'll make some nice biscuits tonight, ef she ain't too tired."
Wrath: Please?
And in the car, we see
Mustang: We don't have time for hillbillies. This is Britain. Get an accent!
Hawkeye: blank stare>
They drive off. Those gloom marks hang over then characters and we see only their backs.
Lust: "Ever'body's gettin mean..."
An older car climbs up the road. Put, put, put,...
Wrath: Look, another car.
Some random man driving the other car: "Goin' to California?"
pointing at the grapes. A bigTA--DA! with the little sun rays
Random Man: "Here's jus' what they need."
frame of a bad looking vehicle. it's sputtering and groaning.
Random Man: "Looks shot, but they's thousan's of miles in her." Hop in.
Narrator: And they made it to Market in the end.
Car: put, put, put
Author: okay, that definitely looks better as a drawing. If only I had a scanner...