Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24234841-20150916010954

This is sort of a micropasta, although I'm not sure if it's short enough to be considered that. It's actually adapted from one of my journal entries from my creative writing class in school. Let me know what you think. It can be expanded apon, and honestly, I think it's more funny than scary.

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He did it in the dead of the night, when he was sure there would be no one around, and his shovel scoops were the only thing that broke the lethal silence. Nathan had managed to dig a grave about a foot deep, and the piles of dirt circled around him, making him feel like he was the one being buried.

Trunky sat to the side, glaring at Nathan with his marble eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that." Nathan said, throwing another scoop of dirt into the pile.

"You're making a mistake, Nathan." Trunky said. His voicebox had become raspy and crisp, a product of years of use.

"Tell me how this is a mistake." Nathan said, wiping his brow.

"I've been good to you, Nathan. I've always treated you right." Trunky said, unmoving.

"You're a stuffed elephant that sounds like he smokes a pack a day."

"That's not a reason."

Nathan stood up, leaning on his shovel. "You want a reason? How about you made Sheila break up with me by screaming 'You'e an ugly bitch!' at her when she visited my apartment?"

"Don't trip, Natey-boy. She was a basic B and you know it. I did you a favor, dog."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Talking street. Trying to appeal to your youthful soul." Trunky said, his fur blowing in the night breeze.

"That's really creepy. Don't do that." Nathan said, picking Trunky up by his ear.

"Wait, wait, Nathan." Trunky said. "If you really want your girlfriend back, you should know that i have connections."

Nathan sighed. "Goodbye, Trunky." He threw the stuffed elephant in the grave and started to shovel.

The rest of the night, he heard whispers of "I love you" coming from the mound of dirt. 