Cookie Story

Daddy went to the store and he bought me a chocolate chip cookie. It was soooooooo yummy that I ate it in five seconds flat. Then I had to brush my teeth of those bad cookie crumbs before they rotted out my mouth Suddenly due to the adverse chemical reaction between the crest and cookie crumbs a monster erupted violently from my mouth screaming COOOKIEEEEE COOOOOKEEEEE.

As it jumped to the floor, I feaked out as if I wanted to throw up. It's tail got stuck between my teeth, as much to my dismay, it had the most incredible chocolate smooth taste I could imagine. Confused, yet scared, I had an overwhelming urge to chomp on the monsters tail before he could get it loose. So I bit down and the most delicious taste of sweet chocolate filled my mouth, the monster screached like I have never heard and thrashed out of my grip,leaving his tail behind in my mouth for me to savor. I knew that I should not but I ate it. The taste was too overwhelming and suddenly I did not even remember the monster had been there at all. As I was dazing off in my blissful chocolate experience, the bran new baby monster was withering on the floor with tears streaming from his sad little eyes just whispering to himself "Coookieeee, Coookieeee". As the last of the tasty chocolate was gone from my mouht I opening my eyes and saw him there, suffering with great agony. My heart melted with the same intensity as his tail did in my mouth and I felt so ashamed at what I had done to this amazing new life form. I moved closer to see how I could now help this odd little creature and as I slowly moved towards this fragile and scared creature,my mind was overtaken by the memory of his sweet taste. I felt the drool fall from my lips and before I realized what was happening, I had him in my hands. Just as I was about to take him apart, he looked at me with such intensity that my body shook and my hands trembled. "what have I done?" I thought to myself. I gently kissed his face and comforted him. THEN IT HAPPENED.

The sweet chocolate smell made me insane with disire for that taste again. I licked my lips after I kissed him and then I looked at him with sorry eyes and with one qiuck chomp, I went to bit his whole head off. He moved quickly and I only got his ear. The dread of it was soon lifted by that wonderful taste again. It sent a sensation through my whole being, that taste of live chocolate monter's ear. Like something instintual from within me was now enjoying the sport of the kill, but after I took the bit I got a glimps of myself in a morror that was close by. Chocolate was all over my face. I looked like a beast who just ravaged my kill. I was ashamed. I looked down and my little cookie monster was looking at me sadley with tears in his eyes, bleading hot chocolate syrup all over the floor. I started to cry because I was so ashamed and I was feeling so helpless because again I wanted to help. I wanted to get closer to comfort him yet I knew if I got too close I might be weakened by the delicious smell and taste. I didn't know what to do. I felt my stomach growl with anticipation of the next sweet treat, and my taste buds were dancing with excitment awaiting that sweet taste. My hands were trembling and my lips quivered. "NO" I shouted, I have to control this. The monster was slowly dragging his injured body towards the safety of cover under the couch and I knew that he would never trust me to help. Before he sliped into the darkness under the futon, he turned his little face and looked at me with such hatred and fear. He let out a slow deep groan and tears streamed down his pathetic face. I am now the cookie monster. Looking in the mirror again I saw the horror of what was happening. My eyes were red and my face was brown with chocolate and I was turning into a monster right before my eyes. What I saw in the mirror was pure horror for me....

What I saw was something sick and freaky looking. I forgot it was me for a second because it did not look like me. I was possessed by something I have never imagined before. I felt a chill swirl around me. It was ghostly. Anxiosly overwhelmed me and I began to panic. Iwas so afraid, I attemped to run, but the bleeding little creatures chocalaty syrup blood made me slip on the floor. Tention filled me, as the only thought I had was to run, and run fast. I was stumbling helplessely on the slippery chocolate floor, trying with all my might to get away, but everytime I thought I was gaining balance I would sip and fall again. I looked around for something not slippery to grab onto and help me get up. I grabbed a chair leg, but it was slippery too, because I was completely covered in chocolate syrup. I was finding myself exhaused from the fight with myself on the floor. There was chocolate everywhere. Where was it coming from? It was all over my hands. It was all over the house and all over me. My panting slowed as I noticed all the chocolate syrupy mess. I took in a deep breath and I was in heaven. A warm rush fillfilled me. I licked my finger and WOW, that chocolaty taste. I didn't want to be anywhere else in the whole world and then I remembered my sorry little creature that I had hurt, who's blood this must be. Was he dying? Where was he?

My mind was whirling and I could hardly keep my thoughts free from the irresistable urge to lick the chocolate syrup off of my own body. I fought as hard as I could and slowly slid myself to the carpet,hoping that I would not slip on the syrup if I attempted to stand again. It seemed to tak all of my control and energy just to make it the few feet to the living room floor. Using the coffee table I was able to slowly lift myself up to a kneeling position. My body seemed to ache with desire to eat the syrup and my mind was drifting in and out of blissful dreams of chocolate. I focused my attention to the couch, hoping my sweet little monster would still be there, and thats when I saw it.......

My delicious, pityful, sorry, sad, injured baby cookie monster, with no tail or ear, chocolately, bloody mess, oozing out of his head, his short life was about to come to end, I thought. I was stricken with heartbreak for my yummy little fellow. His sorry, sweet little whimpering cry was beginning to fade as he stuggled for each breath. He just stared into my eyes with such a devistating twinkle. He blinked once and it unlashed a river of tears from his swollen eyes. I heard him breathe in a big gulp of air and he belted out a cry that would twist anyone's gut with sorrow. Yet my gut was filled with shame. I felt like I must care for this baby. He may have started out a freakish monster, but he seemed to have a soul. He didn't deserve to die like this and it was all my fault. And wouldn't you know it, I was growing rather attached, since after all, he was born in my mouth. Yes, born in my mouth, when all I wanted was to eat my cookie. He was so much more tasty. I wondered if he might stop oozing his blood of warm chocolate syrup all over if he died. I had to think fast and decide how to handle this.

My mind raced with so many thoughts, I was starting to panic when it dawned on me. It was the HEAT. How could I not realize how fast chocolate melts in the summer. I knew that I needed to get to the kitchen for some ice and I only had a short amount of time. I started into the hall when I realized that the floor was still smeared with chocolate syrupy mess and before I could regain my balance I was falling hard to the floor. I felt pain shoot through my head and I heard the loud crack as if my brain had been snapped away from my spinal cord. Lights flashed behind my eyes and the room began to spin. Suddenly everything became silent and all I could see was the faint outline of my small and helpless creature standing beside my face, I could feel his breath on my cheek and I could hear his small crys in my ear and then I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew.....

Everything was cold when I opened my eyes. I could not move. There was a slight mist that filled the air. I heard tiny footsteps. My mind was not yet fully aroused. I felt a little dizzy and wanted to just close my eyes and go back to sleep. I closed my eyes in hopes to rest. I felt tired and week and sore. Then, it dawned on me, that last thoughts I remembered of hitting floor and going unconscience. I opened my eyes and tried to run, but I could not move. I could not even scream. My eyes were all that could funtion. I felt my breathing getting heavier. I panicked with fear. The footsteps becames louder, and I knew they weren't human. It sounded like sloshing through mud and something was dragging, probably his tail was all I could think it must be. Someone help me I wished. Where was Daddy. He gave me that darn cookie in the first place. Then I heard Daddy's voice, "Cookie, oh my little cookie.," he said. He always called me that. Because I loved cookies so much he tried to tell me I must be one when I was little. I looked around but I could not see my Daddy. The mist was thickening the air more. I couldn't see much.

I squinted in the darkness and tried to make out the figures I was seeing in the mist. I lissened to the sound of the footsteps getting closer and I hoped that my daddy would help me to my feet. I tried to lift my head off of the hard cold surface and realized that my legs and arms were tied and I was in some type of paralyzed state. Tears poured from my eyes and my breath became hard and painful for me. I could feel the panic and I wanted to scream. The dark figure was getting closer and closer and I could see more and more detail as the mist swirled around it. I suddenly saw what it was, and I was no longer panicing but instead I was terrified for this was not just a simple cookie monster, this was.....

Something much different than the creature who had erupted from my mouth. I could tell it was my cookie monster though. In a sence I was relieved that I hadn't killed him, but then again, I wish I hadn't felt so sorry for him and ate him when I had the chance. He was now tripple the size from the last time I saw him. He looked as though he regained his strength and he was not whimpering or crying anymore. On the contrary, he was growling at me with a horrifying roar. I was genuinly scared for my life. He was so close to me that I dare not struggle to get away. I pretty much tried that. I was bound pretty good. For a second, I admired my little monters ability to figure out how to tie me up since he was just born and I didn't think he knew much, but I couldn't be proud of that monster. He had me tied up and he was going to finish me off. I began to cry, just like I made my creature cry before. He got close and bellowed meanly in my face and got his monster spit on me. I tried to turn away, but it was everywhere in my face. Then it struck me, that smell was more deliciouse than before.

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