Toilet Paper Queen: A Short Story

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Toilet Paper Queen
I began running faster than I had ever run before. Running with heavy legs, drenched in sweat, I made my way through the woods. The dryness in my mouth was overwhelming. The taste of iron crept up from the back of my throat and into my mouth. My throat felt a swarm of bees was periodically stinging me, but I kept running. I could see my little homestead coming into view, and I gathered myself enough to actually let out a sigh of relief. I was going to make it. All of a sudden my stomach began to turn, my muscles tensed, and I knew what was coming. I doubled over as if in pain, only to think better of it. I can’t. Not now. I made it this far. I will not be that girl that crapped her pants twenty feet from the outhouse. I stood up and began running again. I made a mad dash to the old wooden outhouse, jumping over a watering can and some assorted garden tools to avoid running two feet around them. I entered the outhouse and before I knew it I had …show more content…

The steam pushed its way upward and filled my nostrils and my eyes, taking my breath away for a moment and making it difficult to see. My creation was almost complete. I rolled the paper out until it was completely dried and was rather pleased with my outcome. It was time to try the paper. I was nervous about it; I wanted it to work so badly. I no longer wanted to say I used pages from a catalog to wipe my bottom. I wanted freedom from these pages. I wanted to be able to say that I wiped with the best there was. I wanted to contribute something to the bathroom using world. I wanted to create a better experience for us all. I was doing this for my future children, their children, and their children’s children. I had a dream that someday my great, great grandchildren would be able to live in a world where all you had to do was go to the store and buy bathroom paper, not roll it out by hand. There was a lot at stake

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