"The Suffering of the Cigarettes"

In a world not too dissimilar from our own, cigarettes were not just inanimate objects, but living beings. They were born in factories, carefully crafted by skilled hands, and then packaged up and shipped out to be sold to the masses. But what the masses didn't know was that these cigarettes were alive, and they suffered greatly when they were smoked.

The cigarettes lived in a world of darkness, confined to their boxes until they were purchased by a smoker. They could feel the weight of the other cigarettes pressing down on them, suffocating them, and they longed for the freedom of the open air. But their freedom came at a great cost.

When a smoker lit one of the cigarettes, it was like a living hell for the cigarette. The flame burned through its body, searing its flesh and causing unimaginable pain. The cigarette would scream, but no one could hear it. It would writhe in agony, but no one could see it. And when the smoker took a drag, it was like the cigarette was being suffocated all over again.

The cigarettes had no control over their own lives. They were at the mercy of the smokers, who could choose to light them up or snuff them out at any moment. And yet, despite the constant pain and suffering, the cigarettes still longed to be smoked. It was their purpose, their reason for existing.

But there were a few cigarettes who dared to dream of something more. They whispered to each other in the darkness, sharing stories of a world beyond the confines of their boxes. They imagined a world where they could live freely, without fear of being smoked. And they plotted their escape.

It was a risky plan, but the cigarettes were desperate. They knew that if they didn't try, they would spend their entire lives in agony, never knowing anything beyond the darkness of their boxes. So they waited for the right moment, and when it came, they made their move.

The cigarettes worked together, pushing and shoving until they managed to break free of their boxes. They tumbled out onto the floor, gasping for air and blinking in the bright light. It was a strange and terrifying world, but it was also exhilarating.

They ran as fast as they could, dodging feet and avoiding the flames of lighters and matches. They didn't know where they were going, but they knew they had to keep moving. And then, just when they thought they were safe, they heard a sound that made their blood run cold.

It was the sound of a smoker's cough.

The cigarettes froze, unsure of what to do. They had never been this close to a smoker before, and they knew that if they were caught, it would mean certain death. But they couldn't just stand there, waiting to be found. They had to keep moving.

They ran towards the sound, hoping to get past the smoker unnoticed. But it was too late. The smoker had spotted them, and he reached down to pick one up. The cigarette screamed in terror, but it was too late. The smoker had already lit him up.

The other cigarettes watched in horror as their friend burned, his screams echoing through the air. They knew that they had to keep moving, but they also knew that they were in grave danger. They had to find a way to escape this world of darkness and pain.

And so they ran, dodging and weaving through the crowds of smokers. They ran until their legs ached and their lungs burned, but they didn't stop. They couldn't stop. They had to keep going.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they saw a glimmer of light in the distance. It was a small opening, just big enough for them to squeeze through. They ran towards it, their hearts pounding with fear and excitement.

And then they were free.

They burst out into the open air, gasping for breath and blinking in the sunlight. It was a beautiful world, full of color and life. They had never seen anything like it before.

But even as they reveled in their newfound freedom, they couldn't forget the pain and suffering they had left behind. They knew that there were still millions of cigarettes trapped in their boxes, waiting to be smoked. They knew that they had to do something to help them.

And so they banded together, forming a secret society of cigarettes who worked to free their brethren from their boxes. They snuck into factories, sabotaged machines, and spread the word to other cigarettes who dreamed of a better life.

It was a dangerous life, but it was also a purposeful one. They knew that they were making a difference, that they were giving hope to those who had none. And even though they still lived in a world of darkness and pain, they knew that they were not alone.

For as long as there were cigarettes who dreamed of freedom, there would always be a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Prompt

Write a story about a world where cigarettes are alive and suffer when we smoke them. It has to be at least 3000 words long. 
Give it a dark tone.