[Nazē.]

I'll continue this later. xD

Once upon a time, there was a rock who lived in the Blah Desert whose name was Teddy. Teddy was a special rock—he was bright pink, and thus very self-conscious and reserved. Teddy lived his life as a hermit rock, staying beneath the welcoming shadows of caves, hiding under bigger rocks, and generally being very reserved. As one might already know if they have ever spent their entire life hiding beneath large rocks, Teddy was a rather unhappy rock. He felt empty inside when he wasn’t being emo, and no amount of cheering up from his peers could make him get out and have some fun.

One fateful day, there was a hurricane in the Blah Desert, and there was much panic coursing through the rocks. Mama and Papa rocks huddled over their little rocks, concerned and scared. There had not been a hurricane in this part of the world in centuries, as far as Old Rock could remember.

Teddy, busy pitying himself and being emo, did not hear the news as he was all by himself six feet beneat the ground in a hole he’d rolled himself into.

The minutes inched by, slowly and with mocking ease, as the rocks waited in the safest places they could find. No one thought to find Teddy and perhaps gather him into a secure, safe place so that he might survive the evil hurricane.

The storm came suddenly, with a faint drumming in the distance. There was no sound among the rocks of the Blah Desert as they waited in anticipation.

And then it happened--there was a sudden whirl of rain, snow, pebbles (it was a unique hurricane) and sharp objects flying through the air and slamming anything they came in contact with. Luckily, the caves the rocks of the Blah Desert hid in were strong and stubborn, and survived it safely.

But Teddy... one second he was imagining the tragedy of his life, and the next, he was whizzing through the air with great speed, everything around him a blur. He gave a gasp of surprise, and then pain--things were hitting him. As Teddy was not only pink, but on the small side, he soon got knocked in the head and became unconscious, willingly a part of the hurricane's weapons.

The next day, Teddy found himself in a strange place--on a pink dresser in a pink place with pink walls, a pink desk, and--a small human dressed in pink. You see, while he'd been unconscious, the hurricane had dropped him in a busy city street miles and miles away from his home. A little girl, spotting him on the sidewalk and finding him adorable, had squealed, "LOOK, mommy, a PINK rock!" and had promptly picked him up and held onto him the rest of the way home.

And it was here that Teddy lived a life of cruel mockery, constantly poked, petted, decorated, and rubbed by a human child.

He vowed to never again let his blindness and self-pity come in the way of living his life.

The End

[Timoid]

Needs moar nao!

[Atilla]

wat

[Jakethecheesepuff]

Nazy! How did you write this? It's awesome! A+.

[Nazē.]

It's one of my more boring random short stories. I'll find the rest sometime.

So anyway. *Goes to post to edit ending in*

Edit: ending's done.

[Aaron]

Do like.

[Timoid]

Interesting ending. But, being a rock, I think blindness is irrelevant.

[Nazē.]

Surely you don't mean to tell me in a story of naturally pink rocks, hurricanes in deserts, and, in general, rocks with personalities, blindness is the one unrealistic fault you found. xD