This is my first story, I wanted to make something short lighthearted and cute
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I hope you enjoy :p
(the cover isn't mine, I got it from Pinterest and idk who the original artist is ;-;)
Once upon a time, on the small planet we humans call earth, there was a small little restaurant in one of the more secluded parts of Tokyo. Inside the little restaurant an old man with white hair stood behind the counter with a welcoming expression on his face, he was listening to some calm music and cooking something.
The delightful aroma coming from the restaurant was travelling through the mostly empty streets of the neighborhood. There were barely any customers in the restaurant, but that was to be expected in this area of the city. The restaurant was well known in the neighborhood for its delicious meals and welcoming owner.
But this story isn't about the restaurant itself, nor is it about the owner. This story starts in the same little restaurant, it is about a small ball of rice sitting on an empty black plate, the rice was topped with a comfy looking blanket made out of fish, the fish was strapped to the little rice ball with a strip of seaweed.
If you haven't figured it out, this story is about a piece of sushi, but not any sushi, this sushi was special.
The sushi was sitting on the plate, not moving, as a sushi should. The sushi was alone on its plate, which was uncommon. After all who plates only one sushi, you could almost say it was lonely.
It was closing time for the restaurant and the last few customers were leaving, the chef was cleaning the dishes and the owner was closing up the little bar area. It seemed as though everyone had forgotten about the little sushi on the black plate.
As the chef and the owner left turning off the lights and locking the restaurant, something inside the restaurant awoke. That something was the little sushi left on the plate, the sushi slowly opened its eyes and sluggishly stood up on its four tiny chubby little feet. The sushi looked around the empty plate, little chubby ears and tail formed on the little sushi.
The poor little sushi was all alone, all alone on this big black plate. Where were its other friends?
Sorry for the short first chapter, idk if anyone will even read this but if you are reading pls tell me if there were any grammar mistakes or ways I could have expressed myself better (don't be rude about it though). I plan on continuing this story, this is my first story on here so I'm sorry if its not the best, hope see you in the next chapter <3
Here is a picture of the sushi, its name is "Sushicat" (the picture is from Pinterest)
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