Random shiz that I'm proud of

The Life of a Candy:

Ok, so this was something I made back near Halloween last year. I was supposed to write a fun story about candy as my Bellwork. But, my teacher knows me. And she knows that everything I write HAS to get a little dark. Just a little. So I wrote my bellwork. And now I love it very much. So here it is! ENJOY!

I sat there, unable to move, in bowl with the other candies. We were all waiting in terror. For what? The dreaded sound: the doorbell. In the living room, an old little lady sat on her velvet couch, watching the news on a big screen TV. If I could've trembled, I would've. Next to me, I could sense Hershey's unease. Underneath me I could feel Snicker's fear. No one wanted to get picked. Just the thought of going into a mouth, made us all sick.

Oh, how I wished to be something other than a piece of candy. Every candy knows from the moment they are created, their only reason to exist was to die in a mouth. To satisfy someone. What do we get out of it? Nothing. If only I- no... If only candies hadn't been invented, then we wouldn't have to deal with existing. We exist to be eaten. I can't say we "live", because we don't really "live".

Unfortunately.

I was snapped from my thoughts by the doorbell ringing out, loud and clear. I wanted to run. But I couldn't. And I felt something else....

What was it?

I heard the old lady getting up up off the couch.

Was it fear? Yes... but something else. What?

Footsteps slowly approached.

Close... closer... closest!

I felt the bowl being picked up.

What in the world was it?

I heard the door swing open, and I had a thought.

"Trick or treat!" I could hear a child laughing with glee.

"Take one piece that you'd like!" The old lady said kindly.

Silence.

I felt a hand wrap around me.

"I want this Butterfinger! Thank you!"

I was dropped in the bucket, a Milky Way and an M&m's packet broke my fall.

"You're quite welcome." Said the little old lady.

The door shut.

"Mommy, can I have the Butterfinger now?"

The child's voice was loud and clear, like the doorbell. I heard a small gentle laugh.

"Sure, why not?"

I felt myself getting picked up once more. Suddenly it snapped. Was that what I felt? The package around me was ripped open. The little boy let the package fly in the wind.

Yes...

If I could've smiled, I would've.

The child put me in their mouth.

I feel happy...

I thought to myself, as the child closed their mouth and crunched down on me.

Happy to leave this wretched world.

TA DUM! There it is! I love it! 

*Gasp*

I GOT THIS FEELING ON THIS SUMMER DAY WHEN YOU WERE GONE! 

I CRASHED MY CAR INTO THE BRIDGE, I WATCHED, I LET IT BURN!

I THREW YOUR SH*T INTO A BAG AND PUSHED IT DOWN THE STAIRS!

I CRASHED MY CAR INTO THE BRIDGE...

I DON'T CARE! 

I LOVE IT!

I DON'T CARE! 

I LOVE IT!

I LOVE IT!

....

ok, I'm done, I apologize. I'm a dork. I love that song so much... 

k...

bah...