Full of it
by Peter Abbey
My life isn't exactly what you'd call glamorous. Hell it's not even good. Not like that bathroom cabinet, getting cleaned every other day and handled like it's made of glass.
No, my life is literally full of shit. They come, they sit, they shit. On the good days, I'm lucky enough to get a bit of a scrub, on the really good days the fresh fragrant smell of pine. The bad days are something else altogether.
They don't even flush. Dirty assholes.
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Author's Note
A piece created in 5 minutes for my creative writing class. Read it aloud to the group and got some chuckles, so that's always good.
The object was to write a first person account of an inanimate object.
Hope you enjoy (and aren't too repulsed).
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