Short Stories

The Tiny Island

Being stranded on a deserted island is something I never thought would happen. Take the cruise they said. It'll be fun, they said. WELL LOOK WHERE I AM FRED! STRANDING ON A BLOODY ISLAND!

I mean I guess things could be worse. Oh no my stomach is growling, hungry it says, need food. Well then I shall explore this strange island.

As I look around I hear no animal life whatsoever. I don't even see any bugs. Hm, guess it must be my lucky day, I won't have to eat bugs, I'm no peasant.

I walk for about an hour and it seems bloody hopeless. I think this is where I die. Regretting the choices ive made in my lifetime. Asking my girlfriend if she wants to get married but I get rejected because she is actually interested in this guy named Chad. or how my friends and I went to an alley way to get some drugs but we got mugged. Jeez my life was rough.

I sigh as I take my final breaths. But before I gave up I saw something in the clearing, food? Berries? Coconuts? Wait no it can't be coconuts, they grow in trees not bushes. I get closer to the bush then gasp.

No. no this can't be. This can't be the only food on this god forsaken island. My worst enemy...Peanuts.

As i am allergic to peanuts it's hard not to feel uneasy when i'm around them. I checked my torn pockets to see if I had my epipen. No luck. I can feel my chest tighten. I look around me for any more things that could be fruit but no luck. I gulp as I shakily take the forbidden fruit. I close my eyes waiting for death.

Oh lord, please save my soul.

I took one bite and swallow. I peek open my eyes.

Hey i'm not dead- i said before i collapsed on the floor.

When I open my eyes again I see a heavenly light, I smile before falling down into hell.

Well shite.