Sometimes there is happiness. Sadness. Resentfulness. This is true to everyone, especially potatoes. You may not think that potatoes have feelings, or even brains (although if you've read this far, it would be foolish not to). But potatoes have one of the most intricate minds of all living creatures; their brains are like castles filled with hallways and doors that lead to who knows what. Even their blood seems to pump with consciousness (although potatoes do not have blood, I wanted to say this so whatever).
This is what Cabnet the potato thought of late at night, when everything was silent. When the only sound was crickets chirping harmoniously among the stirring grass; when the moon and stars were the only thing that lit up the sky. Cabnet could almost feel the beams of the moon striking against her skin through the dirt.
"Why must all life be so devoid of all hope. Why don't we just stay happy?" Cabnet spoke out loud.
Nobody answered. Nobody ever did.
Cabnet felt the loneliness seep into his heart as he realized nobody loved him. There was no one to care for him as he existed in the dirt and water. No friends for him to torture and make fun of.
Cabnet sighed and went back to doing nothing. There wasn't much to do when you were a potato. Especially not when you were a potato with no friends.
Cabnet decided to go back to living and eating water. There wasn't any water. It reminded Cabnet about how no one loved him.
The sad potato waited days for that water. No water came. Cabnet slowly shriveled into a husk of nothingness.
Cabnet couldn't think of how lonely he was anymore.
He was too dead to think.
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The Finest Potato Stories
ActionHave you ever wondered what potatoes truly think? I know I have. That's why I created this collection of short stories, all from a potatoes point of view. Learn about potatoe's beliefs, hopes and dreams, along with their enemies. These stories will...
