I've been reading stories on this site for a little while and want to try making something. However I've pretty much never written a story before. As a result, I'm sure my writing will be terrible. So... I'm going to improve my writing skill by forcing myself to write one chapter a day in this story until I stop being terrible at it. Wish me luck!


Tree Trunks Date

This afternoon Mr. Pig decided he would take Treetrunks out for a lovely picnic through the nearby woods. It was a lovely day out, both Treetrunks and Mr. Pig were enjoying the stroll to the spot they would eat at. Then again, Mr. Pig used to be forced to spend all his timing eating criminals so he could have been spending the entire afternoon shoveling manure and that probably would have just been peachy.

The stroll was nice, but the conversation was... lacking.

"So..." Mr. Pig squeaked out said.

"hmm? Did you say something?" said Treetrunks.

"Ahem... Yes, uh." Mr. Pigs eyes darted around the wilderness searching for something to talk about.

Mr. Pig found it somewhat difficult to think of any conversation topics. Admittedly it had been much easier to hang out with Treetrunks when they just spent their previous dates making out the entire time. They started trying to tone it down a bit after it got in the way of their work. (And of course grossed everyone out.)

"yeah I, oh look!" Mr. Pig spotted a butterfly fluttering by ahead of them.

"Oh, what a lovely creature!" Treetrunks took a moment to appreciate the light blue bug.

Mr Pig was happy to have something come by to talk about, he was concerned that the situation was growing awkward. Before Treetrunks interest in the butterfly faded they came across a small clearing where they were going to have their picnic.

"Here let me set us up." Mr pig took a red and white checkered blanket from treetrunks basket and spread it out in front of them. Treetrunks followed suit by laying out a few different things to eat, a still barely warm apple pie being the best thing amongst them.

"Thanks for coming out here with me sweetie" Treetrunks settled down next to Mr. Pig. They both spent the next hour just basking in the afternoon sun, enjoying each others company. Sadly they eventually had to pack it in and head home. As they were placing everything back inside Treetrunks basket, a creeping realization began to dawn on Mr. Pig. That realization didn't hit home until they started to walk back. Mr. Pig had wasn't quite sure how to get back.

Alright, I kinda wanted to do a story with Treetrunks and Mr. Pig on a date but I actually really struggled to write anything at all. I guess I should have started with characters I was a bit more familiar with. Incidentally what the hell is Mr. Pigs name? Is that his name, pig? Well I know this was a little on the lame side, hopefully I'll get better. I also recognize it's way too short I'll try to make the next one longer.