The Best Meal
It was obvious that eating a cookie was wrong just before dinner, but Ned couldn't help it. He had nothing stopping him except his mind's logic. Actually, a full dinner was too much. At this point, the sprinkles on the cookie seemed to be beckoning him closer, the multicolored nonpareils glittering enticingly like candy om Halloween. Within arm's reach the dessert sat, and Ned suddenly couldn't take the suspense any longer. His hand flashed out and snatched it, and he took a big bite.
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Essay Journal
RandomTis' a group of my essays that I do impromptu every Friday. Hopefully I'll succeed in putting up a new installment every week until who knows. Feel free to say whatever you think about any of them. I appreciate any feedback.
