This is a "prose poem" that we had to do for class. I just think it's a wannabe-story in disguise.

Edible Ouija

Y'know when you're a kid and you would spell out words with your alphabet soup? You'd swear that you did no such thing, but c'mon... there was a little spoon action in there. Still you'd insist they did it themselves, like they were an edible version of the Ouija board.

Now you're here again with your alphabet soup, S-O-M-E-O. "Someo?" you say, wondering if it was supposed to be "Romeo," except that particular can was dyslexic. Then you see floating not too far away N-E. S-O-M-E-O-N-E. That makes much more sense.

You're about to eat when something catches your eye. L-O-V-E-S. Your heart skips a beat, but you know that it's just a coincidence.

Then you spot three lone letters that almost make you groan from how ridiculously clich├ęd this is.




Clearly this has been tampered with, even though you're the only one who's gone near the soup. You spin your spoon around, messing up the letters, when there's a knock at your door. You sigh, knowing that you'll have to nuke the soup.

You open the door and there before you stands a friend you've known since childhood, looking nervous. "Um... I have to tell you something..."

Oooh, cliffhanger. ~_^

Alphabet soup day!