I sit on the counter top of my home. The giant who comes an daily trips has arrived, looking very ugly. A bathrobe messily hangs from the giants body. The giant grabs a mug off of a nearby shelf. The giant yawns and then suddenly comes alive, thank goodness to this "coffee" concept. Then the fridge is opened and the giant removes an egg. The giant grabs me and twists me hard, it's egg time. The poor egg gets cracked onto a pan that is laying on the dangerous zone. Apparently the pan is immune to the hotness. I hope the egg dies happily.
This story was from the point of view of an egg timer. I wrote this story as a writing exercise during my writing club.
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