Once, a very clean napkin sat on a table. He was blank and white, which made him think he wouldn't get a special occasion to be used on, like a birthday or even wedding. Suddenly, there was a loud clatter by his head. A plate! At least he would be put to good use. Spaghetti was shoveled on, and a splatter dropped onto his skin. It was warm and slimy. He looked, and was happy to see tomato sauce. He would finally be used!! More splatters, and then some pressure. A child's fingers were being pressed into him, wiping off some paint. Then more hands, rubbing vigorously. He almost ripped once! Then finally, the people stopped. Larger hands picked him up, and carefully dropped him in the garbage. Then all went dark. "Hello?" He called.
"I'm here." If he could've, the napkin would've jumped. "I'm a potato shaving. what are you?"
"A used napkin."
"Coooooooooooooooooool....." The potato shaving drew out the word.
"Um, yeah."
"I know."
"What?"
"Bye....."
"What?"
"BYE........"
"Not that, I-"
"Stop."
"Stop what?" But there was no answer. "Oh well..."
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~Rachel G.
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RandomThese stories are pretty weird. Not scary, just weird. Involving magical potatoes, smelly chalk, AND SO MUCH MORE. You don't have to read it, but I think you might like it.
