Published on March 22, 2007.
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Magnus wanted her. He wanted her so bad. For she had such glowing skin, a joy to the eyes and senses. He wanted to hold her so much, to tell her how much she was loved. How much she was wanted. How much he needed her.
A drop of water fell onto her skin and rolled down the curve of her body sending him into a frenzy.
That was it. He HAD to have her. He walked into the shop and in an instant he was at the counter.
“One Pink Lady please. Oh, and I think I’ll buy some carrots too while I’m here.”
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Two sequels were written for this on Ficlets.com:
SEQUEL
The Pink Lady
by QuakeDisruptor
A certain Pink Lady had other plans.
It seems she was not at all satisfied with having no choice in her future, and was determined to do something about it.
She couldn’t act now, or he would suspect something. She would wait until the opportune moment and strike.
It turned out that Magnus preferred to eat his apples slowly, cutting the fruit into equal segments, and this fine specimen would be no different.
At home, he positioned Mrs. Pink carefully in the centre of his chopping board.
He presented a sharp knife. Pink Lady knew that her time was short, however, she had no idea how she could escape this desperate situation.
The blade sank effortlessly into her beautiful flesh, her juices spilling from the wound.
In desperation, she put forth more effort than any apple in recorded history and fired a single pip towards Magnus. The pip flew directly into Magnus’ eye, sending him reeling in shock.
As he stumbled, he lost his balance and fell directly onto his knife blade.
Victory.
SEQUEL
Appleterlife
by Robotech_Master
Magnus got slowly to his feet. “What just happened?” he wondered. Then he looked down, and saw his corpse with the knife blade sticking all the way through it. “Oh.”
He looked around, and saw the great glowing stairway leading up off of this mortal coil, and sighed. Then he looked down and saw the ghost of the Pink Lady apple sitting next to the sliced segments that were slowly turning brown. “Oh well, at least I’ll have something to eat on the long walk.”
