Apples Who Don't Like People

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
we were doing a short story thing in English class where they pick a random topic and we write something about it. I came up with this -_- i luff apples. the sentences might come out pretty wrong, but remember it's from an apple's point of view xD

Submitted: January 16, 2009

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My name is Bong.  I am an apple.  A red apple.  A Jamaican red apple who lives in America.  My father's name is Billy Bonga Bong Bong Sumbong Bongbong, an orange, and my mother's name is Luca, who was a grape.  My grandfather's name was Bob, and he was a banana. 

So there I was, hanging around as usual on my tree sanctuary, playing "I spy" with my fellow fruit brethren, the lemons and tangerines and cherries that had somehow ended up among the land of the apples.  If I were an apple, I would much rather be living in a bush, not a tree.

One fellow brother, Brother the peach, set his eyes on a passing human.  Oh, how repulsive those creatures are!  Those beasts and their flowing hair, shaped heads, and beady little eyes...disgusting.  Absolutely disgusting.  If I had hands, I would slap them so hard that they'd look like me.  Except not as beautiful.  No human will ever compare to the beauty that I possess.  I, Bong, the male model who is an apple. 

I thought my life would be normal.  I wanted to live a life without the interventions of...humans.  I'd live as a young apple, and then I'd die as an old apple just like all the other apples before me.  But no,the humans had to go ruin everything.They always ruin everything.

It was a lovely sunset that day.  It would've been a beautiful sight to adore, but only if it were not the last thing you'd see before being shunned away in a box of darkness, doomed to die sooner or later.  Everything fell from the tree that day, literally.

My parents and I, suspended from a fragile branch, were staring in awe at the majestic, golden sky.  "Bong," my mother, now a wrinkly old prune, crooned to me.  "What color is the sky?"

"It's blue, darling," my father croaked, choking out a seed after he said that.  "Can't you see that?"

I laughed.  "Yes, dad," I said sarcastically.  "The sky sure looks blue."

Our conversation came to a screeching halt when the elegant footsteps of a fat grocery man came towards are home.  The man's face...hideous.My brothers and I screamed, our fruit juices spilling out of our pores.  My mother the prune exploded, leaving us with nothing but her legacy and the leathery sheets of her prune skin.  Along with her came my father, who suddenly had seed failure and fell to the ground beside her.  I was torn inside.  Why must it be like this?  Oh, mother.  Oh, father.  Rest in peace. 

Before I knew it, it was my turn to face my doom.  With his fat, filthy sausages that were a poor excuse for fingers, he ripped me so cruelly from my tree.  My beautiful hair, the stem that was once my long wooden hair, was cut short, now only half the stem it used to be.  My life as a male model was ruined.The fat human's grimy claws pierced deep into my lush, red skin, drawing out my sweet apple juices.  How careless he was to waste such valuable juice!  An apple can only lose so much juice.  Before everything blacked out, the last things I heard were the cries of my brothers.

"Don't eat me!  Please don't eat me!"

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When I woke up, I felt empty, dry, and so not beautiful.I was surrounded by other apples.  Apples of all different colors, I say! The bright, flourescent lighting blinded my eyes, and the stench of fresh vegetables and other fruits surrounded me.Above my bald head, there was a little disc with holes in it, tap water dripping onto my skin.Beside me was a sign.  "Apples: $1 for 3lbs" it read.  And humans, oh, the disgusting humans...they were everywhere. 

An apple beside me, not half as beautiful as I, leaned over and whispered to me in a weak voice.  "Whatever you do, don't let them buy you for less than fifty cents!We apples are worth so much more!"  He wheezed and coughed.  I am worth more than fifty cents.  He was worth less.

Then all of a sudden, the quiet chattering of the other apples stopped.  Everything became as silent as a shadow.

We all knew what was coming.

The clicking of a woman's heels echoed from down the aisle.  It came closer, growing louder with each ungraceful step she took.She was tall, slim, blonde, and so very ugly.On her right breast pocket was a plastic, yes, I said plastic, nametag."Sarah Booble."  That was this monster's name.  Sarah the Booble.

My new brethren quivered, shaking all over, whimpering with fear.And that Booble beast, ever so unmerciful, raised a transparent plastic bag with the words "Food 4 Less" on it with her left hand, her right hand slowly approaching us.  Her evil eyes twinkled in the light, pure evil dwelling in that little glimmer.  Her voice was like that of a calling crow.  "This one looks good."With her right hand, she scooped me up and spat on me, wiping my face against her cotton shirt.  How uncivilized these beasts are!

"I think I'll eat you right now."

And then she delivered the killing bite.

(lol, I know it's retarded. but i liked this one xD)


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