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Today was the day that Donny died.
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
586
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Orignal characters dreamt up out of my sisters head. No money is made from this story. This story is purely fictional and any resemblance to persons or situations is purely coincidental. This story was borrowed from my sister with her permission.
Today was the day that Donny died.
A/N This is a short story that my sister came up with in five minutes. I found it quite humourous, but I may have a sick sense of humour.
WARNING: This story may be offensive to some readers. You are forewarned.
Today was the day that Donny died.
Donny was a knife, he was never sharp. His mind was always dull, as was his blade. The other knives left him out, calling him "a spoon". Wouldn't you know it though, one day Donny was sharpened. And on that day he died.
Now Donny's friend, his only friend mind you, was saddened by Donny's demise. His name was Wasy. Wasy liked everyone, but on this particular day, he hated the knife sharpener. For while sharpening Donny, the knife sharpener shaved off Donny's brain, thus leaving him only an ordinary knife.
Now here lies Donny, the only knife to have ever died in such a manner. And here lies Wasy next to him, or rather on top, because you see no one likes Wasy either. So atop Donny's grave he stays, day and night, with his one friend, who is dead.
Rest in peace Donny (the knife) and Wasy (the knife sharpener)
The End
A/N Hope you liked it.
WARNING: This story may be offensive to some readers. You are forewarned.
Today was the day that Donny died.
Donny was a knife, he was never sharp. His mind was always dull, as was his blade. The other knives left him out, calling him "a spoon". Wouldn't you know it though, one day Donny was sharpened. And on that day he died.
Now Donny's friend, his only friend mind you, was saddened by Donny's demise. His name was Wasy. Wasy liked everyone, but on this particular day, he hated the knife sharpener. For while sharpening Donny, the knife sharpener shaved off Donny's brain, thus leaving him only an ordinary knife.
Now here lies Donny, the only knife to have ever died in such a manner. And here lies Wasy next to him, or rather on top, because you see no one likes Wasy either. So atop Donny's grave he stays, day and night, with his one friend, who is dead.
Rest in peace Donny (the knife) and Wasy (the knife sharpener)
The End
A/N Hope you liked it.