Once i escaped, i noticed the cieling was brightly dark, and darkly bright. I looked around to see if brethren were still intact. One was bleeding chocolate goo. I laughed at him, and instantly recoiled in horror. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME? looked down at myself to see what was wrong, and i saw boogies where they dont belong. My chocolate chips were out of place and my throat burned from screaming about my awful body.
I remember laying there ours, until i got moldy and gross. Finally, a pair of hairy hands(the same ones that lingered on my chocolate chips) came down from the heavens, and picked up our tray! He brought us over to a table full of ready to ship cookie boxes Betty Crockers name was written all over it. His wife's a dictator! He picked me up and sniffed me. He was about to take a nibble, but then his wife came and slapped him again, and I fell into the box. The last thing i remember is my bretheren falling into the box with me, and then i was taped shut forever. Or was i?
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The tragic life of a misshapen cookie
ParanormalHenry's life takes a plunge when the baker dosen't roll him properly. He is looked at in disgust because of his misshapen body. It is up to him to get his revenge on the baker! How far will Henry go to be a normal cookie? This story is made by Willo...
