Bread Lifestyle (Re-written And Edited)

part one: morning bread (fixed)

TWAS the morning, the sun rays hitting the ground. The air just as livley as all the people who where there.

NAH!

It was completely chucking it down with rain with the weight of 3 double-decker buses full of screaming people. As it does

As the rain pounded into the roof tiles of the houses and smashed the paving slabs into dust. The expensive cars where even beaten to dreath (because the rain has a prefrence),... and the road.

It was now a canal

People mainly stayed indoors. As most didn't like the rain. I mean, who would want to be out in the rain and sit there like some soggy sad mat...

Well

Theres always one

Introducing our magestical amazing protagonist!!!!!!

...

-ehem-

~Silas Pigeonus~

(A man with wings. Who just happens to worship bread)

Silas sat there, he sat staring at the grass and the grass started back. He stared the deepest of deeps that it was deeper than the deeply-est of deeps. With such depth..that it was. Very very Deep.

Why would he do this? Silas was a guy. A guy who liked being dramatic in times scuch as these. In his own way a drama king without having to utter much to throw a sadded tantrum. who just didnt seem to bother with much. He was a bit of a recluse. He didnt bother with friends.

(Also he just sucked at making them so he pretend he didnt care even though he did.)

he also never even bothered when his shirt was on backwards... or if he happened to forget somthing important. This wasnt because he was trying to be cool. No. He was pretty much unawear of his surroundings....and as sharp as a sponge.

Black liquid ran from his eyes...

because he was wearing his favourite mascara and applying it slowly, in a dramaticly melacholic way. He just happend to like how it made his eyes pop.

the rain was making it run, however. he was basking in the fact that. He stood out so much.

Silas is weird. He is silas. He likes bread.

At some point, he realised he hadn't eaten...he hadnt had bread in so long...so long being- 15minuets 2seconds. 23 miliseconds. His main reason for being out there had only been because he had burnt his morning bread.

Oh the tradedy.

Now

Silas's home was seemingly normal if you didn't count the many bread related items (150 boxes full of ingredients to make bread, 57 diffrnt shaped bread tins, over 50 books on making bread, 3 bread rugs for the living room, the dining room, and the bedroom, an beaten up toaster on the brink of death and in his closet was a shrine dedicated to ofcourse bread and bread alone.

You may wonder

(how does his family cope?

And the answer.

WELL DONT YOU KNOW?

IT RUNS IN THE PIGEONUS FAMILY TREE!!!!!

extensive

Long

Family bloodline.

All dedicated to bread.

(Oh and they just happen own a big ass bakery empire)... the Pigeonus are pretty good at baking...even the babies kneed the dough.

He walked to his kitchen and preped the work surface....and then. Promptly..

smacked the ever living shit outta that dough! then slammed it down

WUHBAYM!

With the great force of-

A marshmellow hitting a concrete wall.

Silas barely blinked throughout this process, his eyes only on the dough. he went to place it in the oven in the most efficent way possible.

Threw it with force into the oven

It missed. Hit the wall and slumped onto the floor he had to pick it back up...and just placed it in as it was.

But in his mind that was a win for effort. And he celebrated with a little dancey dance as some sort of pat on the back.

The bread sat in the oven. Having been tainted by the crumb covered kitchen floor. Where it had fallen upon...

will happen next! Will Silas actually eat the bread? Will the bread eat Silas? Find out soon! In the next chapter of this utterly and unforgivably bad story!)

Note: Honestly, I have no idea what Im doing, but uhhhh...here it is?