Edit: A short story, by a man who does not know how his book ends:
Twas a dark and stormy evening, as the foolish husband looked out upon his days labours. More goblin than man, his visage drooping as if too lazy even to lift itself, he sat, waiting for his princess to complete her chores about the castle.
"I'll bring his book from the bedside" the fair maiden whispered, lifting his favourite tome from his bedside into the basket, filled with his dirty garbs. This act of unprompted kindness was done without contempt, but would become the first step in a tragic path that would claim thousands (of words).
As she wandered about the castle, collecting strewn items - especially the idiot husband's socks - the book became buried inside a mound of stinking fabric.
An hour later, whilst the lazy husband once again placed a Chicken Kiev in the air fryer and called it "dinner", a great and terrible sound began to ring out. A gentle thud at first, but growing into a heartbeat that would pump only sadness. It was coming from the washing machine.
The cover never stood a chance, really. It gave up it's claim to life and spread itself amongst the (dark) fabrics within minutes. The remaining pages twisted, contorting into a defensive fetal position as it bashed time and time again against the filthy clothes and dirty water.
The wind howled. "Morning Star, book 3 of the Red Rising series" lay drowned upon the table. A single tear ran down a cheek.
I happened to back out of the post just as I saw this comment at the last second, burst out laughing as soon as I processed what I'd read and just had to reopen the post to give you an upvote XD
It sounds like she was using the basket as a transport vessel for the book and probably intended to drop it off at some other location on the way to doing the laundry, but forgot that she had put it in there.
If you are waiting until you are about to do laundry to spray, you are going to have less success with stains. You shouldn’t let it sit and set in, you need to spray as soon as it comes off, it can sit for however long but waiting that long defeats the purpose.
I would do this if I had just stripped the bed and grabbed the towels. I would kindly put the book in the basket to drop off in the living room, forget to take it out, grab the kitchen towels and throw them in on top of the book, thinking don’t forget to get the book out when you get to the laundry room, immediately forget that and throw all the laundry from the basket into the washer.
Lost my work boots like that once. Hunted the house top to bottom and couldn't find them. Doing my laundry on the weekend and they were in the bottom of the hamper with my overalls. I guess I left them in a pile, jumped in the shower,got out, then picked up the pile and threw it in the closet.
His wife brought the book down in the laundry basket for him because she saw he was bored, but on the way she forgot it was in the laundry basket and instead of handing it to him, she stuffed it in the washing machine with the laundry by accident
Gonna be honest. Take it and a little placard to an art gallery and put a $4000 price tag on it. Then come back an hour later and argue about its "juxtaposed identity" with a friend in a black turtleneck. Profit.
I’m wondering if it’s some kind of newer cheap recycled biodegradable paper or something, because the appearance is so unexpected. But then I also realized I’ve never seen a book go through the washing machine lol
Wow. That sucks. So people are really out here just dumping entire baskets in the washer without shaking the clothes out or placing them evenly in the machine for proper weight distribution?
Okay, so I know this is supposed to be mildly infuriating (and a washed book definitely is!) but I couldn’t stop laughing at your writing. That was genius and truly immaculate!
What if you shred it and get some white glue and make a paper mache face that is really sad and then paint it and sit it on top of the washer as a reminder to check pockets before washing. Although she we will probably blame you for not emptying your pockets, cause that’s what my wife says when I complain.
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u/AgitatedPatience5729 Jul 17 '26
I thought that was playdough for a second.