I am feeling a bit angst so here is a short story I wrote about myself

Keep going . . .

I'm a troll

The girl walks into the kitchen.

The girl opens fridge.

The girl sees a stick of mozzarella cheese.

The girl sighs.

The girl slams fridge door

The girl drops to knees screaming. "I AM TIRED OF MOZZARELLA . . . I WANT SHARP CHEDDAR."

The girl cries,

her world crumbling about her.

The End

This is a golden story that I feel everyday going into my fridge...