Myrtle was an accomplished writer. She posted a story every day on her blog. People complained however: Why do you always kill your characters off? Can’t you have a happy ending for once? But Myrtle refused.
She liked to kill her characters off. It was like murdering without a prison sentence. Such fun! And so like life!
Stubborn, murdering Myrtle began to type her daily story:
Ferdinand and Mavis were having a picnic in an idyllic spot under a large eucalyptus tree. Mavis had made the loveliest cucumber sandwiches and Ferdinand had brought along a bottle of his home brew to share on the picnic rug.
“Will you marry me, Mavis?” asked Ferdinand going down on one knee.
“Oh Ferdinand! Of course I will,” said Mavis, bursting into a smile.
Suddenly, a violent storm struck. There was a loud crack heard from the eucalyptus tree. The tree began to tragically fall. Ferdinand and Mavis were…
Dear Reader. Myrtle was about to slaughter her characters once again. But they were saved! They were saved! Hurrah! Myrtle dropped dead from a heart attack before she could type out the word “killed”.
Aha! a happy ending after all!
Hello Bruce – nice to read your stories once again. I am having a break from wordpress as I have no time since moving on the boat and it is not so good for internet. SOL
Lovely to hear from you – and I hope your joyful singing of “Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Sailor’s Life for Me” is not disturbing the neighbouring moorings!
Thanks Bruce – hope you have also settled in. Shall start my new blog in the autum
Just the kind of happy ending I’d expect from you Bruce 🙂
And they all lived happily ever laughter!
Brill-yant, Bruce Almighty.
Tank-yu, Yvonne d’Venice
This has to be the mother of all tragic ends! The nested layers have fused seamlessly to give a sense of timelessness to the story. The stroke of irony is subtle and fatal.
Thank you, Uma! You always make me feel good!
That’s because you are truly good.
Aw!
Now that was a laugh out loud ending.
Does that make me a bad person?
Wicked – as the saying goes!
Absolutely brilliant. I almost didn’t bother to read it with that title, but, happily, you lied.
It’s always a pleasure to lie – just a little! Thanks, Derrick!
🙂
Of course, I lied about not bothering to read it 🙂
Don’t we all!