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Summary

All writing here has been inspired from writing prompts on Scribophile.

Genre
Adventure
Author
Blu
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Prompt : Write about a character with a bucketlist


In the quiet, slightly rundown village of Laevus, surrounded by wooded trees and far away from any other civilization. Lived Dolt Muffin-Head, 48 years old, 4,1”, light-skinned with shaggy brown hair, and an IQ of 67. He had only one goal in life, a single thing on his bucket list that needed to be checked off, which was to FINALLY try a muffin. This obsession stemmed from a deeply traumatic childhood of being teased and made fun of, because of the simple reason of not knowing what a muffin was. Every time he asked, they laughed and laughed till they were rolling on the floor with mirth and said that he SHOULD know WHAT a muffin was, as it was in his name.

So, multiple times during his adulthood, he tried going through the woods to reach the rest of the kingdom on the other side, to accomplish his goal! His only goal!

Every time he came back to Laevus empty-handed, they laughed. Teasing without remorse. So, he, in his old age, graying, took another trip into the woods, brambles seemed to try to cling to him the deeper he went, tall dark pines blocked out the sun, yet he trudged onward! Driven by his only goal! The trip took 3 months. As Dolt went farther into the woods, farther than he had before, only ever stopping to hunt the squirrels and start wildfires to cook them, scampering away farther into the woods when the fires got too big. Some day, after the 3-month mark, he found a stream! Fresh, clean water drifted around him as he jumped in. He had been drinking from the dew that fell from the canopy, more than 7 times (possibly 6 or 7), when he had almost died drinking dew that fell from poisonous leaves. So he stayed in the water, staying on top of it and letting it drift him down, out of the dark forest and into lush fields. He scrambled out of the water, desperate to reach his only goal. Then he found a village with welcoming villagers, they let him stay for a few nights, and as he pleaded at their feet, begged for a muffin to make his dream come true, they granted it to him with sympathetic smiles.

As he bit into it, a blueberry muffin, deliciousness exploded in his mouth, and he lived on, eating muffins every day, happily ever after.

THE END