Okay! Sorry, this isn't much of a story! Some ML wasn't moving on, and so I kinda did a little spiff, at them, and now I'm hoping posting it here (at the request of a friend) won't get me in too much trouble. Onward! ^_^
There the cookie sits. A thin layer of a clear substance is wrapped around it protectively, saving the round sugar loaded delacy from staleness, or the ruin of animals desecrating it with excrements and the such. Though it is not freshly baked it would still taste good, but I am not the one upon which the fortune of the good is intended to be bestowed. Nay, it is instead the cookie of my arch enemy...Sibling. The misery, and the horror, to look upon the bread, baked a golden brown, with little spots of sugary chocolate inside....and to know I will not be able to have it. The hope of food shatters, like glass, piercing, and cutting, causing pain, and a feeling of utter despair... But then an idea dawns... Like the sun in the sky, it comes across me, to take the cookie, despite its belonging to another. For the enemy is not here to claim it, and no one shall know. Should the enemy find out, the other enemy, YoungerSibling, will be blamed. Joy rises, and happiness takes hold, as my hand closes around the wrapped cookie. Swift fingers remove the plastic, and as I bite in, I smile. Victory.
There the cookie sits. A thin layer of a clear substance is wrapped around it protectively, saving the round sugar loaded delacy from staleness, or the ruin of animals desecrating it with excrements and the such. Though it is not freshly baked it would still taste good, but I am not the one upon which the fortune of the good is intended to be bestowed. Nay, it is instead the cookie of my arch enemy...Sibling. The misery, and the horror, to look upon the bread, baked a golden brown, with little spots of sugary chocolate inside....and to know I will not be able to have it. The hope of food shatters, like glass, piercing, and cutting, causing pain, and a feeling of utter despair... But then an idea dawns... Like the sun in the sky, it comes across me, to take the cookie, despite its belonging to another. For the enemy is not here to claim it, and no one shall know. Should the enemy find out, the other enemy, YoungerSibling, will be blamed. Joy rises, and happiness takes hold, as my hand closes around the wrapped cookie. Swift fingers remove the plastic, and as I bite in, I smile. Victory.