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Is this contributable or is this a troll pasta? I'm not quite sure of the classification. Please help. If its a Troll pasta I will delete discussion. Thankyou.

A day in the life of destiny.



The darkness of the cabin was smothering, the air was thick with dust and an overwhelming smell of blood. The slightest breath pushes the airborne particles in a tendril of patterns and swirls resembling the foul decayed tentacles of a long forgotten childhood monster. A faint trickle could be heard in the distance, its origin unknown.

Time stands still here.

This tiny weather-beaten hut stands in solitude between a long-forgotten mountain range of which the location I will not disclose.

As I lay curled in the corner of this small decaying room, shivering with every gust of wind in fear one will be the demise of this dilapidated structure. I thought I saw movement in the adjacent corner. I stared through the gloom willing my eyes to adjust to what little light surrounded me.

Nothing happened.

I sighed with relief and chuckled to myself, “what a fool” I thought as I adjusted the threadbare blanket over myself again. One of my few remaining worldly possessions that I manage to grab before the fateful day this all started.

The days following were a harsh, arid haze of loneliness. Not a soul did I see. Losing hope with every step I followed the direction of the sun. Stomach growling as it started to digest itself. Provisions were low.

I don’t know how long I endured this torture, though I’m sure pure instinct to survive forced my body to continue.

Before I knew it, there stood before me a safe haven. At the very least just for tonight.

As I lay on the floor thinking of my long lost family. Are they ok? Why didn’t they try to find me? I shuddered as a gust of wind found its way through the planks of the wall. It sounded like a soft melodic whisper. Just my imagination I thought.

There it was again, only louder. I sat up trying to strain my ears in the hope it was another survivor. The voice was loud this time. I could hear it. My heart jumped as I realized it came from the other side of the cabin it said

“For fuck sake Frank, shut up! I’m never taking you camping again!”



I knew then that the fate of humanity was not doomed. Life will go on.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Steve-o groaned and shoved his pillow over his ears while flashing Frank the middle finger before blissfully falling back to sleep. <ac_metadata title="A day in the life of destiny. (unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>