Tortured by Chocolate
On the outskirts of a city, there was a small cottage. Inside was a little stove, a fireplace, and a tweed couch sitting next to a portable television on a small wooden table. There were only two rooms, a bathroom and a petite bedroom. Full of dust bunnies, the bedroom had a cracked ceiling, but that was hardly ever noticed. The owner of the cottage was a middle-aged man. Every morning he would go to his stove and take a kettle inside a one-shelf cupboard. He would get his coat and feather hat as his outfit and take a pail to the well to fetch water. He would heat his water and put in a drop of peppermint as he liked. Mixing his mug with a tiny spoon, he sat on his tweed couch and turned on the portable television. “The villainous mystery man has escaped prison’s hold!” panicked the news reporter.” “You know what the mystery man news is? One word, two syllables. BORING!” yawned the middle-aged man, and he changed the channel. “Hiya kids,” said the cartoon horse, “today we...