You immediately try to toss the pacifier out when you get home. Walking by the waste bin in front of your house, you toss it in and head inside and up to your room. You head in and are greeted by the pacifier sitting on your desk in pristine condition.
"What the hell?!" You pick it up and toss it out the second story window. "Get out!" You turn around and plop your butt on your bed, only too feel something in your pocket. You reach in and pull the pacifier out. Okay, you're getting a little freaked. You head downstairs and shove the pacifier in the garbage disposal. "Come back from this." You turn it on and head grinding down below, then pull it out. Instead of a shredded piece of rubber and plastic, you find a pristine pacifier.
"Oh, come on!" The following hour is spent with attempts to get rid of the item. It's microwaved, boiled, blow torched, and everything else you could think of. Nothing works in the slightest.
"Please go away!" You're getting to the breaking point, feeling tortured. Finally you give up, just plop on your bed with the pacifier in your hand. "Fine, you win!" You shove it in your mouth. "Happy now?!" You suck on it mockingly, but after a few moments you find it comforting. It still tastes sweet instead of like rubber. After a bit you get sleepy and curl up on your bed for a nap.
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When you wake up you find yourself starving. The caloric candy bar Betsy gave you satiated your hunger for a little while, but your stomach still craved food, food, and more food. You head downstairs and...
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