All my life, I've deeply desired Kraft mac'n cheese. There's something about that slimy, cheesy goodness. I gobble it up like a turkey each time. From the pot. The pot was cold, the cool metal shocking mu hand every time. I grab my spoon, eating it while it drips all over my face.
"Om nom nom! Oooh so good!"
"It tastes different, mmm. What is it?" I ask.
"Oh, no!" I yell
"Poison!"
I double over, foam spraying from my big mouth. Then all goes black, next thing I know I wake up in the hospital surrounded by police all asking me questions about my mom, but I don't have an answer. All I want is water. I died, without even getting to say goodbye, to my one, true, love.
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One Sentence Stories
General FictionHere are the stories that we wrote when we played one-sentence stories! Enjoy! *Property of GPHS Literature Club, and all 6 of the authors who contributed to these masterpieces one-by-one. We reserve all rights to the stories in this book.*
