I was walking around the house when I decided to go outside. I walked down to the creek where I met a fish. I decided to call him Mr. Trouty. He told me that I needed to eat pine needles in order to grow strong and so I did. He then told me that his name was Mr. Fish and not Mr. Trouty. So I apologized and started heading home. Mr. Trouty fallowed me home on his fish tail and then ate all of my brothers except for my baby brother, Joey and four year old brother, Noah. I then died of grief.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
Short StoryI have no idea what these are. I make them up when I'm really hyper usually, so read at your own risk.
