I am a reisin. Not a raisin. A reisin. The ancient, historical dried grape. The ancestor of all typical raisins. The only reisin that ever existed. Juicy, and milky, I was hunted all around the world. However, I had the ability to turn invisible, thus was never caught. :P So one day, I was wandering around Ohio, and decided to eat in a fruit stall. This was how my story started...
"Mommy! Is that a reisin?!" I heard a child squeal. "The one and only reisin!" I did not have enough time to react. Before I knew it, I was cooped out in the little girl's sweaty palms. The moment would haunt me forever. It was almost slow motion. I felt her mouth edging closer and closer as the dreading sense in me increased. A second later, I was stuffed into her mouth. Kids! I hate them so much! Why can't they have some common sense not to eat an ancient reisin! But there was nothing I could do. I shut my eyes tight as I fell down her gullet.
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My sad life
Short StoryI am a reisin. I was eaten and was put through a disgusting process of consuming, releasing through the umm (Producing natural waste), and vomiting. My life is sad and pls feel sad for me :(
