Chapter #4Retrieved. by: M.E   No danger in sight. No disasters ready to be caused. It looked like nothing was going to happen. I grabbed one end of the newspaper, noticing that it was sticky.
"My hands are glued! Ah, well. It's probably be gone when I get inside." I couldn't see where I was going, but if felt like I was on the right track. I looked to the side of my neighbor, Pamela, raking the leaves. To my other side, I see Snout still yapping at the tree, awaiting the squirrel to come down.
"Some help you were." I realized I was going to wrong way, into the grass. I quickly turned back into the sidewalk. I him a bump, thinking what it could have been. With my hands still stuck, I turned a 90 degrees. I saw the door was closed, and I couldn't open it. I banged my side to let my mom know the door was closed. No answer. I tried once again, putting a little more effort into it. Still no answer. I tried three more times, with all my strength. With the last bang, I fell back, letting the newspaper cover me. Then the door hinge squeaked, letting me know the door was open. I was to exhausted to get up, but I knew by a voice that it was my mom.
"THE NEWSPAPER! BUT WHERE'S MIKEY?...HE MUST BE PLAYING WITH SNOUT. HOW NICE." She screamed out to me, when I was just under her nose. "MIKEY! WHEN YOUR DONE PLAYING, COME INSIDE!"
She then grabbed the newspaper. I noticed I was still stuck! As I was dangling by my hands, I see her walking inside, and leaving the door a little open, so Snout and 'me' could get inside. "This is not going to go so well."
My mom walked back into the kitchen, getting ready to make her breakfast for her and Mella. She placed the newspaper, and me, on the table, with my end facing the window. I felt weak, so I wasn't able to turn and see what she was cooking. I found a spoon laying near me, and used it to my advantage. I saw the reflection of my mom and her cooking. She was near the stove, cooking some eggs and bacon. I kicked the spoon for a better view. I kicked it too hard, and saw two bowls filled with a white substance behind me.
"Those must be the milk bowls." Then in the edge of the spoon, I see my mom getting bigger.
"NOW TO LET THE FOOD COOK. LET'S SEE WHAT IN THE NEWS." She picks up the paper, leaving me dangling again. "IT'S A LITTLE WET. BETTER SHAKE IT." She whips the newspaper, which snapped the gooey substance holding me in place. I was now falling towards the bowls of milk. But who's milk, exactly?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2024 M.E (UN: mercutio at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
M.E has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author