Wash Your Dishes, Carl! - Part 1


My name is Drew Klopfer. I'm a 23-year-old artist in Los Angeles. I was an avid writer on Ficly when I was younger and now I'm trying to get back into it.

Jeffrey was a shiny little fork, part of a full set. For a fork, he was relatively content. His owner, Devynne, used him often for a variety of foods and kept him nice and clean. He even had a boyfriend, a knife, Xavier, with whom he often hooked up for meat cutting. He had everything a fork could ask for in life.

He'd heard stories from some of the bigger and wiser utensils about the horrors that silverware with bad owners suffered: bent, rusted, mangled by the garbage disposal. With Devynne, however, they assured him that nothing bad would ever happen.

That was until Devynne started seeing Carl, her slob of a new boyfriend. Not only did the silverware despise him, but pretty much every dish, bowl, and pan in the kitchen feared and hated him. He had a habit of making a meal and leaving all of the dishes out for hours, days even. Pristine pots and pans became discolored and crusted. One of the spoons got a slight bend when Carl chucked it into the sink last Tuesday.

Today, though, Carl grabbed Jeffrey.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

LOL, this is creative and made me smile. It's like Pixar.

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Story prompt:

Give life to an inanimate object. Give it thoughts, feelings, relationships, etc. Then, at the end of your story, take it all away.

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