The darkness encased me as I walked through the dying forest. Why was I here? Who brought me here? Shivers ran up and down my spine. Small twigs snapped under my feet creating little scratches to torture me even more. My attention was averted to the faint rustling in the bushes. Inch by inch I got closer and closer to the swaying bush. Hands outreached, I pulled apart the bushes to see a.....................potato. A KAWAII POTATO!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hello my name is Rootsella. Nice to meet you." She said doing a cute little potato bow.
"H-hi, I'm Ellie. Nice to meet you......" I said quietly.
"What are you doing all the way out here in potato forest?"
"I really don't know Rootsella. I woke up here with no shoes I might add, like how inhumane is that. I loved my twinkle toes."
"Now that's a damn shame if I do say so myself. Let me take you to my village so you can warm up. You look close enough to a potato, they will accept you." She smiled.
"Um..Thanks....I guess." She did cute little potato hops as she led me to her village. It has been a nice three years living in the potato forest. The culture of the potatoes is a most beautiful thing. There are different groups like the french fries, the potato chips, and the scalloped potato bunch. Yes, what fun it was to be a part of a potato family and I will forever and always be a potato even if I am away from my potato family and potato chip boyfriend, Minho (I know you will get it Brianna).
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Funny Short Stories
HumorShort stories I wrote in a game for my writing club. Nothing to special.
