Stuffed in a cupboard.
Left to suffocate.
This is my life.
This is my destiny.
The only air I get is when those petty humans take me out of my jail cell for breakfast.
The air molecules bounce of my ceramic skin.
The cereal fills my empty heart.
And last of all the milk.
Oh the milk! It hydrates me from top to bottom.
It makes me feel alive.
But today there is no breakfast.
The cereal beside me weeps and weeps for the milk has gone sour, leaving us doomed and forgotten.
Without milk there is no breakfast.
Without milk there is no cereal.
Without milk there is no bowl.
Without milk there is no life.
From when it got put in the fridge, milk was just a ticking time bomb. Ready to explode and leave us all hurt. For I have nothing to do these days but comfort the cereal thats going moldy beside me.
I sometimes wish I could go moldy or sour instead of watching my fellow friends die.
But I can't.
I'm a bowl.
A worthless, forgotten, empty bowl.
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Short StoryEver wondered what it would be like to be a milk carton? Your breakfast? A bowl? Probably not... Don't worry, that's what this book is for! Prepare to hear the enlightening tale that will change your life forever. ****** Authors note: I understand...
