"Do the laundry!" The voice cried once again. "Why can't you do it?!" Shrek puffed stubbornly. "Because some people have other problems." She replied quietly yet raspily. "Like.. important meetings!" She quickly implied. "I've got a very important meeting".
"When will you be back??" Shrek echoed, angry yet confused. "Around dinner" She said leaving without meeting his face. "So you have to make dinner for the kids!" She yelled. Shrek started to grumble then he grabbed a chair and flung it across the room. When it hit the wall, the wooden shards suddenly burned in the fireplace. The fire was like his family, and the shards were like him.
Broken, burning and inescapable from the fire. Suddenly, Shrek's ears perked up in enthusiasm. He quickly ran to the fridge and got bean curd from last week's supper. He gobbled it in milliseconds and ran back to the fireplace, turned around and. 'PPPPPPT' Shrek put out the fire with the heat waves of his ass. The long red flames stopped, only leaving a few embers. He picked up the burnt shard and held it in his palm. He was going to escape his family.
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The fault in Our Swamp (Shrek X Donkey)
FanfictionTW Strong language Shrek, a victim of depression and currently suffering an all time low under his wife. Donkey, miserable without his children or late wife. There are no happily ever afters. At least not without a hint of spice.
