Myrtle was an accomplished writer. She posted a story every day on her blog. People complained however: Why do you always kill your characters off? Can’t you have a happy ending for once? But Myrtle refused.
She liked to kill her characters off. It was like murdering without a prison sentence. Such fun! And so like life!
Stubborn, murdering Myrtle began to type her daily story:
Ferdinand and Mavis were having a picnic in an idyllic spot under a large eucalyptus tree. Mavis had made the loveliest of cucumber sandwiches and Ferdinand had brought along a bottle of his home brew to share on the picnic rug.
“Will you marry me, Mavis?” asked Ferdinand going down on one knee.
“Oh Ferdinand! Of course I will,” said Mavis, bursting into a smile.
Suddenly, a violent storm struck. There was a loud crack heard from the eucalyptus tree. The tree began to tragically fall. Ferdinand and Mavis were…
Dear Reader. Myrtle was about to slaughter her characters once again. But they were saved! They were saved! Hurrah! Myrtle dropped dead from a heart attack before she could type out the word “killed”.
Aha! a happy ending after all!