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.

Y.

O.

U.

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!