Very, Very, Very Short Stories

No pony really knows it, but when Daring Doo isn't going on an adventure or writing a book, she spends most of her time relaxing with Netflix. Why? Because Netflix is cool, and Daring Doo is cool. See the connection? Anyway, DD was watching an episode of Orange is the New Black off of Netflix, when she suddenly got a strange craving for orange juice.

Why do I feel like orange juice all of sudden? So she paused her show and went to go get a glass.

The fridge had no orange juice in it. Not a drop. This made Daring cringe because, well, orange juice cravings are extremely serious. So, instead of going back to watching Netflix, she began to pace the kitchen floor. C'mon Daring, it's just orange juice, you'll be fine. But no matter how many times she told herself, she was not fine.

~45 minutes later~

"THAT'S IT! I'M DONE!" The pegasus walked into her bedroom and pulled out a dusty, brown case. Inside was a golden sword with a bronze handle wrapped in white cloth. "Goodbye cruel world," she said, holding the sword up to her neck, but before she could do any damage, she dropped the weapon and shouted "WAIT!"

Daring Doo ran downstairs and opened a small cabinet. Inside was a bottle of orange juice. "I'M SAVED! FINALLY SAVED!" So Daring opened the bottle, grabbed a cup, and poured herself a glass, and all was well...for now anyways.

The End