On her phone she saw that she had three missed calls, even though she had checked her phone five minutes ago. She hadn't heard it ring, the gender-fluid apple was too busy with photosynthesis. She kept thinking about how nice and juicy she was and how sweet she would become from all the anaerobic assimilation (which others called photosynthesis). Her owner's father thought she looked attractive. She began to feel sexually intimidated. She wanted to get away, to escape, anything to get as far away as possible. She must not stop running now, otherwise all the effort will be in vain. She tried to fall off the tree but her she couldn't get off the tree. She knew there were necrophils, but she never thought she would meet one in the woods; especially not him ..He looked at her very closely from all sides and thought she looked good: he definitely wanted her. The teeth hurt, but she took it like the good girl she was coz momma tree didnt raise no bitch. He liked her so much that he loved every bite, every bite that got deeper and deeper into her.
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The intimidated apple
ContoThis is a short story about a sweet, juicy apple that feels intimidated. This was a homework exercise, but I was bored.
