So, since there was only one real entry into the story category, I will just post it as is here.
“The folks of Phoezn Prehn were skeptical. The young newcomer had somehow convinced them. With his prose and his odd clothes. With his swagger (or was that a limp?) but insistent earnestness. He somehow had convinced them all to build it. If they built it, it would keep out death. It would prevent the return of the… of the… of the what? He claimed all they had to do was make a giant sign with the village name on it, proclaim their innocence, and put his name at the bottom. He claimed that he was the one that death sought…” Thank you Brian!
And what was the actual photo? It was indeed a rubber band. The type on it read “Organic Grown Produce” Brian, you were VERY close. Hmm… Should I give him the prize anyway?