This may never happen again so I'm going to take the opportunity to post first while I can. I hope you enjoy!
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
He's just too mushy. To soft. It always feels like I'm holding him together.
I hate him.
I hate this.
I am chocolate! I am a delicacy! French girls nibble at me with strawberries and champagne.
I am strong and independent. I stand on my own!
Not anymore....not since....
Now I'm the casing for some globby idiot named "Peanut Butter"
Peanut Butter! What a pathetic excuse for sweets. People think were good together, but I don't see it. I never really liked the idea of being chained down to anyone. Anything.
However, do to extenuating circumstances, I am forced to be paired with this imbecile.
Now, We are something the humans call a "Reese's Peanut Butter Cup" We are cheap and desired by the calloused fingers of the common man. I don't even make it in the title! Wrapped in a tacky orange casing that's as thin as the limited air in my confined living space. It's disgusting.
I want out. Apparently, according to Peanut Butter (though I don't know how reliable he is), there is a day where children dressed in ridiculous costumes flock to their neighbor's houses to acquire ghastly amounts of us. Well...what we are. Candy.
Humans love us.
If I want out I'll have to escape then.
After weeks of waiting I feel myself being tossed carelessly into the rounded bottom of a black and orange bowl. Peanut Butter was right. This is the day. The color makes me grimace. It resembles me of my useless casings. The weight of the other candy creatures crush Peanut Butter and I. Our top is indented and the tissue thin wrapping tears slightly. No one will want us now.
The night wears on and I am repeatedly prodded and poked by the grubby hands of small children. Peanut Butter remains optimistic, however, as the night wears on and the porch light switches off, I realize that I'm not getting out.
Peanut Butter seems content to stay in this bowl forever, excitedly expressing his gratefulness for having some companionship to pass the time with.
I have to keep from laughing. Companionship? Does that not require some sense of equality.
We're not equals.
If it weren't for him, someone would have chosen me.
I'm chocolate! I'm a delicacy.
And now I'm stuck here. With Peanut Butter. Awaiting the over-weight cat lady to throw us away....or eat us.
As I sit at the bottom of this bowl, I can't stop thinking if I'm going to be eaten or not. I mean, other pieces of candy love being the best. When they are selected from the bowl in which we all sit, they like to brag as they leave.
Everyone hates each other in the bowl. Nobody can stand each other. The humans put us all in here as if it's a big joke. Well, it's a joke for me at least. I sit at the bottom of the bowl waiting while everyone at the top strives to be picked. There's the Reese's and the Kit Kats who are always picked, then there's the Butterfingers, Hershey bars, and the other types of candy in the middle. And then there's me.
A stinking bag of pretzels.
I mean let's be real here. Honestly, the kids hate me. The kids would rather not have a bag of Halloween pretzels than to have a bag of Halloween pretzels. They all like the sugar filled junk that the parents despise. Then there's me, who the parents love and think I'm a half decent substitute for a Reese's.
So after every Halloween, there's me and the other bags of pretzels at the bottom of the candy bowl. The people who buy us never stay home and give out the candy. They just leave with their kids and let all the neighborhood kids take as much candy as they want. The other candy is out after the first five kids come. And then there's us, the bags of pretzels who no one takes, because they know that they can get better stuff.
So as I'm sitting on the front doorstep at the bottom of this bowl of candy, I wonder if I'll be picked this year. I might just be being optimistic right now, but I truly think that this is the year where the underdog will pull through and actually get picked despite all of the rumors that we never get picked. Something tells me this is the year. This is my time...
Great story. I thought the pretzal beg was ingenious. I think that all kids are upset when they get a bag of pretzals. This made the blog very funny. I also liked the rumors that you used. Nice blog!
I enjoyed your blog. I liked how you used the perspective of choclate in terms of how it is used. I also liked how you allowed the character of chocolate to develop through the blog. Nice job Danielle.
I loved your blog it was so creative! I like how you not only chose a piece of candy but you also chose a specific part of the candy. It was great! It made an excellent story I really enjoyed reading it great job!
Danielle, Your candy story made my life. I think that it was so fun how you chose the chocolate of a Reese Cup. If I was forced to live with someone like peanut butter I would probably be pretty cranky too. Nice job!
I love your story! You have no idea how much I laughed when you wrote "I'm just a stinkin bag of pretzels." Though that is not "technically" candy it was an extremely creative approach to the prompt. Especially because its relatable. I avoid those pretzels like the plague. Give me a, KitKat please!
I would like to first off say how in the world did my story end up as a reply? Oh well it happens. Sorry to steal your fame Danielle!
Anyways Danielle your story was great! The style you wrote in was exceptional, and your story was really creative and fun to read. Absolutely hysterical approach. Nice job!
I, a Reese Cup, face the most dreaded day of my existence, Halloween. As the day begins I, along with all of the other types of candy, are placed into a large bowl. I immediately try to shimmy my way to the bottom of the bowl to avoid being captured. There are many types of candy in the bowl, but I know that since I am the most popular type of candy that I must seek cover. I find myself at the bottom of the bowl, just where I wanted to be.
As the day progresses all of the candy sits awaiting nightfall where a select few will be saved. The day wears on and night comes upon us.
The first trick-or-treater comes to the door. She reaches her hand into the bowl and makes some of the candy around. I, since I was on the bottom, was not chosen. This continues for the first few trick-or-treaters. After abut a dozen come through one child decides to ruffle up the order. The candy is all rearranged because the kid was looking for a butter finger. I now find myself on the top of the pile. This is the most dreaded location in the bowl. I thought that I was for sure doomed.
I began to count the minutes that I was able to remain in the bowl. I thought that it was any minute before I would be excavated from the bowl. One boy came in, and I was sure that he would be the last that I saw. He reached into the bowl and grabbed me along with another Reese Cup. It was one or the other, and I was not chosen. I was relieved.
The night was almost over, and there were no more close calls. I thought that I had survived my first Halloween. Just as I thought I was in the clear another knock at the door was heard. It was the final trick or treater. The child walked over to the bowl, and wouldn't you know it, picked me out. I had in fact not survived after all. The child immediately opened me up and ate me.
I like your choice for candy, the Reese Cup is definitely one of my favorite types of candy. I totally agree that they are one of the first types to go in a Halloween bowl. I really enjoyed your story and how the you dreaded Halloween because you didn't want to get eaten, which is understandable. Great job!
Kraus, I think that you had a really good story. I thought it was funny that your Reese Cup tried to hide at the bottom of the bowl. That’s what I would do. Nice job, Kraus, but I’m sorry your candy didn’t make it.
Hahaha! Your story made me laugh out loud! It was hilarious. I commend you for going outside of you comfort zone and writing a story. It was simple and short, but it was entertaining, nevertheless. I like how you gave the candy a perspective of dread on Halloween night. I could see how they would feel that way. I love the suspense you had until the end, when the candy was unexpectedly eaten. Very humorous, Kraus! Good job!
That was the greatest story that I have ever read. EVER. it was so funny because it was simple and suspenseful at the end. The last sentence was awesome, "then he ate me". That was beautiful. Awesome story!
I am small and shaped in a triangle. I am only two colors whereas the rest of my kind is three. We are one of the main candies of Halloween. Halloween is the main year for us because unlike all of the chocolate candies we are not in demand all year round. I am only white and orange and I am also a smaller piece of candy as I am not fully grown yet.
I am a piece of candy corn and I am very excited for Halloween. This is because I have waited and waited for Halloween to come around because according to all the pieces around me this I when I can finally get shipped off and eaten.I have waited in a plastic bag with hundreds of other pieces of perfectly shaped candy corn with three stripes, I was the only one in the bag with only two colors. I was extremely jealous of all the chocolate candies as they are sold and eaten all year long, while I am just a seasonal candy.
Finally my bag was set on the shelf of the store and bought. My Halloween adventure begins when I am thrown in cart, then another plastic bag and eventually dumped into a bowl. Let me tell you being dumped into the bowl was both horrifying and terrific at the same time. Flowing into the bowl was exhilarating but having hundreds of other candies pile on top of you is scary. Unfortunately I am at the bottom of the bowl which means that I will be eaten last.
As the week passes on there are many hands that grab handfuls of us. However all of the top candies are eaten first. I anxiously await to be eaten, but I am told that it isn't even Halloween yet and all of the children while come and eat us all up. Several days pass, the candy corn next to me is very annoying, she thinks that she is a pop star and let me tell you her "big break" is never going to happen. I seriously can not wait until I get out of this bowl or get moved away from the constant juke box over here.
So it's Halloween and I managed to get to the middle of the bowl. I can see all of the children and some of them are really scary. They have hairy masks and their faces are funny colors. I am scared to get eaten by the children since they are so scary. These humans are just hideous creatures. I can't imagine getting eaten by a gorilla or some creepy looking clown.
I squirm to the bottom of the bowl again and hide out there to stay away form the children. I can not see the joy in being eaten by the kids, I just cannot understand why the other candy corns think that it is so good. Hands are constantly dipping into the bowl and my fellow candy corns are dismissing at a rapid rate. Pretty soon there are only about twenty pieces of us in the bowl.I was pretty much freakin out at this point. I had no idea that some of the costumes were so scary. Getting eaten by these monsters isn't a good thing, I don't understand why the other candies thought that it was.
There weren't as many kinds now and it was getting late. I assumed that I safe and I wasn't going to get eaten by a scary demon or so something. But then some kid dressed as a chunky goblin came and ate all of the candy corn left. He didn't even bother to put us in his bag, he finished us up like champ and that was how my life as a piece of candy ended.
I just read Kraus's blog, and yours are so similar! They both made me laugh out loud! I love how the candy is just shamelessly gobbled up at the end. What I especially enjoyed about your blog is how the candy corn was actually excited for Halloween, but then realized that maybe it should be dreading it instead. I thought that was an interesting and creative take on the candy's view of Halloween. The third last paragraph made me giggle, Michaela. Your dry sense of humor definitely shown through there. Very well done! I enjoyed your story!
I think you must have been full of germs by the time you were eaten. And the candy corn is never wrapped in anything. I will admit that I will eat it if it's the only candy left, but it kind of hurts my teeth.
Halloween. My least favorite day of the year. I mean, sure, its fun to hear the kids running around and celebrating all the candy they have, but when you are the candy it is scary as crap. Your life is constantly in danger of one of the little monsters eating you without a second thought.
The living conditions of candy aren’t as sweet as you would think. We are packed tightly into a bag with a million other people of our kind. We were constantly running into each other no matter what. Then, to make things worse, our little bags were crowded into a bigger bag with other bags. This is the trouble of being an M&M.
We are some of the most consumed candies at Halloween. None of us like it, however. We pray that the other bags will be chosen before our own. I have a family. A lot of good I would do taking care of them if I was eaten. I am a blue M&M, and some kids don’t care for my color. That is my saving grace. My wife is a yellow, and she is a hot topic. Our kids are green, and most people tend to leave the green ones behind with the blue. I just hope we make it through this night alive.
I heard the popping sound of the big bag being opened. It was go time. Some person, undoubtedly dressed up, poured us into a bowl and turned on the porch light. It was terrifying waiting to hear the kids coming. I peaked through a small space in our wrapper to see that we were surrounded by other candies such as Resse’s Cups, Hershey’s, and Kit Kat’s. We most likely had some time together before we were chosen.
I rolled through our bag until I got to my little family. My kids were terrified.
“Daddy, what happens if they get us.”
“Don’t worry, Junior. There are other kinds of candy in here that the kids like better.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
That was the trouble with the little ones. They had never been a part of any kind of Halloween celebration. Honestly I have only been through it one other time. The kids screaming, grabbing at candy in handfuls, fighting over which is better. It was like a war zone. I had to go to therapy by the time it was all said and done. I had nightmares for months.
I heard the kids running up the porch steps. I immediately turned to warn my family.
“Emergency positions everyone! Just like we practiced!”
We huddled very close to each other and waited for the massacre. A few times our bag was picked up and thrown back down. Each quake rattled us to the very core. Soon, however, the light of the porch was turned off and the bowl was brought inside.
That's so sad! They were so terrified. It made me think of people having to hide out during World War II or something like that. I'm happy they made it! That was a very cute story, Megan. You are always nice and descriptive which I appreciate.
"Grandma! Grandma! Tell us the story again! Again!"
"What story, dearies?"
"The tale of our creation! You know, the one where great grandma began -"
"Ah, yes! The story that all began one Halloween night?"
"Yes, Grammy-pants! That one! Tell us! Tell us!"
"All right, kiddies, gather around.... Once upon a time, on an unseasonably warm Hallows Eve, there was a peanut. She was a lonely sort of peanut. She was spending her Halloween on the hard, unforgiving sidewalk -"
"Why was she on the sidewalk, Grammy?"
"Because she accidentally fell out of a trick-or-treater's trail mix bag."
"Who gives out trail mix on Halloween?"
"Elderly people who are concerned about the youth of America, lovely. You ask this every time. May I continue to tell my story or are you going to continue to ask silly questions?"
"Sorry, Grammy."
"It's okay, darling. Anyway, the little peanut did not mind residing on the sidewalk because she was able to say hello to passing trick-or-treaters. Children of all different sizes in an array of colorful costumes passed by the small peanut, ignorant to her existence; but she didn't care. She enjoyed watching the blissful, costumed children squeal with delight and run to their parents, proudly displaying the candy they received. She felt a pang in her heart, wishing that a child would look at her with the same excitement and admiration -"
"Grandma, peanuts don't have hearts."
"It's figurative language, sweetie. Anyway, something miraculous occurred that granted the little peanut's wish. A small child dressed up as a squirrel somehow caught sight of the lonely nut on the ground, and picked her up in his furry paws. 'Mommy, look!' The child exclaimed. 'I found a peanut!'
"'Put that down, honey,' the mother scolded. 'It was on the ground.' The mother brushed at the peanut to knock it our of her son's grip, and the nut incidentally fell into the trick-or-treater's bag of candy.
"The little peanut plummeted into a sea of various candies, and was immediately swarmed by them. 'Help us!' 'It's too bloody hot in here!' 'I'm melting!' The candies cried out in distress as they swished back and forth, smashing into each other, as the little squirrel boy pranced from house to house, and more and more candy filtered into the crowded bag.
"The poor small peanut was utterly confused and panicked. Kit Kats, gum balls, popcorn balls, and every kind of candy imaginable bumped and slammed into her, pushing her deeper and deeper into the stuffy bag. As she approached the bottom, the peanut noticed that one of the wrappers had a slight tear in it, and a tiny piece of candy was being forced from the opening. As soon as the peanut caught sight of him, she felt her breath catch and -"
"Gram Gram, peanuts can't breathe!"
"Hush, love, it's the best part! Anyway, she gazed in awe at the round, blue piece of candy that was peeking out at her. His big white 'M' winked at her, and she felt her insides melt. He was one hot piece of candy! The peanut wanted to get closer, to inspect the handsome chocolate, but she was unsure how. Suddenly, a Hershey bar descended into the bag. The peanut seized the opportunity to get closer to the piece of candy as soon as the chocolate bar plunked on to one side of a Milky Way and propelled the other side up where the peanut was resting.
"The little nut was flung into the air and coincidentally landed close to the small piece of candy. She was delighted to be so close the attractive piece of chocolate until she started to uncontrollably slide toward him down the slippery wrapper of a laffy taffy. She did not want to seem to creepy, but it was too late. Before she knew it, the tiny peanut was colliding full force into the hot piece of candy. She swiftly discovered that the blue piece of chocolate was not only visually hot but literally as well. All of a sudden, the little peanut was being embraced by the melting chocolate arms.
"'Be careful, sir! I'm very fragile!' The small nut pleaded. But it was too late. The peanut was stuck.
"The peanut struggled to be free, but the piece of candy's grasp was too strong. Little peanut was forever clasped in the arms of the blue M&M since that Halloween night. The end."
"That's not the end of the story, silly grandma!"
"Oh of course! How could I forget? Then that night, when the squirrel boy discovered the chocolates peanut, he proudly showed it to his mom. His mother was intrigued and tried the strange combination of nut and candy. To her surprise, it tasted fantastic! It did not take long for the idea to spread, and soon peanut M&Ms were all the rage. And that is why we are here today, little ones. All thanks to Grandma Peanut and Grandpa M&M embrace one Halloween night."
"That's a great story, Grammy-Pants! Tell us more!"
"Not now, darlings. It is now time for us to prepare for our own Halloween night. Happy Halloween!"
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ReplyDeleteThis may never happen again so I'm going to take the opportunity to post first while I can. I hope you enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
He's just too mushy. To soft. It always feels like I'm holding him together.
I hate him.
I hate this.
I am chocolate! I am a delicacy! French girls nibble at me with strawberries and champagne.
I am strong and independent. I stand on my own!
Not anymore....not since....
Now I'm the casing for some globby idiot named "Peanut Butter"
Peanut Butter! What a pathetic excuse for sweets. People think were good together, but I don't see it. I never really liked the idea of being chained down to anyone. Anything.
However, do to extenuating circumstances, I am forced to be paired with this imbecile.
Now, We are something the humans call a "Reese's Peanut Butter Cup" We are cheap and desired by the calloused fingers of the common man. I don't even make it in the title! Wrapped in a tacky orange casing that's as thin as the limited air in my confined living space. It's disgusting.
I want out. Apparently, according to Peanut Butter (though I don't know how reliable he is), there is a day where children dressed in ridiculous costumes flock to their neighbor's houses to acquire ghastly amounts of us. Well...what we are. Candy.
Humans love us.
If I want out I'll have to escape then.
After weeks of waiting I feel myself being tossed carelessly into the rounded bottom of a black and orange bowl. Peanut Butter was right. This is the day. The color makes me grimace. It resembles me of my useless casings. The weight of the other candy creatures crush Peanut Butter and I. Our top is indented and the tissue thin wrapping tears slightly. No one will want us now.
The night wears on and I am repeatedly prodded and poked by the grubby hands of small children. Peanut Butter remains optimistic, however, as the night wears on and the porch light switches off, I realize that I'm not getting out.
Peanut Butter seems content to stay in this bowl forever, excitedly expressing his gratefulness for having some companionship to pass the time with.
I have to keep from laughing. Companionship? Does that not require some sense of equality.
We're not equals.
If it weren't for him, someone would have chosen me.
I'm chocolate! I'm a delicacy.
And now I'm stuck here. With Peanut Butter. Awaiting the over-weight cat lady to throw us away....or eat us.
Peanut Butter never stops talking.
I hate him.
I hate this.
It's Halloween today. Crap.
DeleteAs I sit at the bottom of this bowl, I can't stop thinking if I'm going to be eaten or not. I mean, other pieces of candy love being the best. When they are selected from the bowl in which we all sit, they like to brag as they leave.
Everyone hates each other in the bowl. Nobody can stand each other. The humans put us all in here as if it's a big joke. Well, it's a joke for me at least. I sit at the bottom of the bowl waiting while everyone at the top strives to be picked. There's the Reese's and the Kit Kats who are always picked, then there's the Butterfingers, Hershey bars, and the other types of candy in the middle. And then there's me.
A stinking bag of pretzels.
I mean let's be real here. Honestly, the kids hate me. The kids would rather not have a bag of Halloween pretzels than to have a bag of Halloween pretzels. They all like the sugar filled junk that the parents despise. Then there's me, who the parents love and think I'm a half decent substitute for a Reese's.
So after every Halloween, there's me and the other bags of pretzels at the bottom of the candy bowl. The people who buy us never stay home and give out the candy. They just leave with their kids and let all the neighborhood kids take as much candy as they want. The other candy is out after the first five kids come. And then there's us, the bags of pretzels who no one takes, because they know that they can get better stuff.
So as I'm sitting on the front doorstep at the bottom of this bowl of candy, I wonder if I'll be picked this year. I might just be being optimistic right now, but I truly think that this is the year where the underdog will pull through and actually get picked despite all of the rumors that we never get picked. Something tells me this is the year. This is my time...
Nah probably not I'm just a dull bag of pretzels.
Matt Bobby,
DeleteGreat story. I thought the pretzal beg was ingenious. I think that all kids are upset when they get a bag of pretzals. This made the blog very funny. I also liked the rumors that you used. Nice blog!
Danielle,
DeleteI enjoyed your blog. I liked how you used the perspective of choclate in terms of how it is used. I also liked how you allowed the character of chocolate to develop through the blog. Nice job Danielle.
Danielle,
DeleteI loved your blog it was so creative! I like how you not only chose a piece of candy but you also chose a specific part of the candy. It was great! It made an excellent story I really enjoyed reading it great job!
Danielle,
DeleteYour candy story made my life. I think that it was so fun how you chose the chocolate of a Reese Cup. If I was forced to live with someone like peanut butter I would probably be pretty cranky too. Nice job!
Matt,
DeleteI love your story! You have no idea how much I laughed when you wrote "I'm just a stinkin bag of pretzels." Though that is not "technically" candy it was an extremely creative approach to the prompt. Especially because its relatable. I avoid those pretzels like the plague. Give me a, KitKat please!
Absolutely hilarious. Great job!
I would like to first off say how in the world did my story end up as a reply? Oh well it happens. Sorry to steal your fame Danielle!
DeleteAnyways Danielle your story was great! The style you wrote in was exceptional, and your story was really creative and fun to read. Absolutely hysterical approach. Nice job!
The pretzel story is so Matt Bobby! Very funny approach to the prompt!
DeleteOne of my favorite stories of all time. I love the pretentious chocolate and her bad attitude!
DeleteOh Boy, here we go.
ReplyDeleteI, a Reese Cup, face the most dreaded day of my existence, Halloween. As the day begins I, along with all of the other types of candy, are placed into a large bowl. I immediately try to shimmy my way to the bottom of the bowl to avoid being captured. There are many types of candy in the bowl, but I know that since I am the most popular type of candy that I must seek cover. I find myself at the bottom of the bowl, just where I wanted to be.
As the day progresses all of the candy sits awaiting nightfall where a select few will be saved. The day wears on and night comes upon us.
The first trick-or-treater comes to the door. She reaches her hand into the bowl and makes some of the candy around. I, since I was on the bottom, was not chosen. This continues for the first few trick-or-treaters. After abut a dozen come through one child decides to ruffle up the order. The candy is all rearranged because the kid was looking for a butter finger. I now find myself on the top of the pile. This is the most dreaded location in the bowl. I thought that I was for sure doomed.
I began to count the minutes that I was able to remain in the bowl. I thought that it was any minute before I would be excavated from the bowl. One boy came in, and I was sure that he would be the last that I saw. He reached into the bowl and grabbed me along with another Reese Cup. It was one or the other, and I was not chosen. I was relieved.
The night was almost over, and there were no more close calls. I thought that I had survived my first Halloween. Just as I thought I was in the clear another knock at the door was heard. It was the final trick or treater. The child walked over to the bowl, and wouldn't you know it, picked me out. I had in fact not survived after all. The child immediately opened me up and ate me.
Kraus,
DeleteI like your choice for candy, the Reese Cup is definitely one of my favorite types of candy. I totally agree that they are one of the first types to go in a Halloween bowl. I really enjoyed your story and how the you dreaded Halloween because you didn't want to get eaten, which is understandable. Great job!
Kraus,
DeleteI think that you had a really good story. I thought it was funny that your Reese Cup tried to hide at the bottom of the bowl. That’s what I would do. Nice job, Kraus, but I’m sorry your candy didn’t make it.
Luke Kraus,
DeleteHahaha! Your story made me laugh out loud! It was hilarious. I commend you for going outside of you comfort zone and writing a story. It was simple and short, but it was entertaining, nevertheless. I like how you gave the candy a perspective of dread on Halloween night. I could see how they would feel that way. I love the suspense you had until the end, when the candy was unexpectedly eaten. Very humorous, Kraus! Good job!
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DeleteLuke,
DeleteThat was the greatest story that I have ever read. EVER. it was so funny because it was simple and suspenseful at the end. The last sentence was awesome, "then he ate me". That was beautiful. Awesome story!
The BEST part of this blog is your first line. That wasn't so bad, right! You did a nice job.
DeleteI am small and shaped in a triangle. I am only two colors whereas the rest of my kind is three. We are one of the main candies of Halloween. Halloween is the main year for us because unlike all of the chocolate candies we are not in demand all year round. I am only white and orange and I am also a smaller piece of candy as I am not fully grown yet.
ReplyDeleteI am a piece of candy corn and I am very excited for Halloween. This is because I have waited and waited for Halloween to come around because according to all the pieces around me this I when I can finally get shipped off and eaten.I have waited in a plastic bag with hundreds of other pieces of perfectly shaped candy corn with three stripes, I was the only one in the bag with only two colors. I was extremely jealous of all the chocolate candies as they are sold and eaten all year long, while I am just a seasonal candy.
Finally my bag was set on the shelf of the store and bought. My Halloween adventure begins when I am thrown in cart, then another plastic bag and eventually dumped into a bowl. Let me tell you being dumped into the bowl was both horrifying and terrific at the same time. Flowing into the bowl was exhilarating but having hundreds of other candies pile on top of you is scary. Unfortunately I am at the bottom of the bowl which means that I will be eaten last.
As the week passes on there are many hands that grab handfuls of us. However all of the top candies are eaten first. I anxiously await to be eaten, but I am told that it isn't even Halloween yet and all of the children while come and eat us all up. Several days pass, the candy corn next to me is very annoying, she thinks that she is a pop star and let me tell you her "big break" is never going to happen. I seriously can not wait until I get out of this bowl or get moved away from the constant juke box over here.
So it's Halloween and I managed to get to the middle of the bowl. I can see all of the children and some of them are really scary. They have hairy masks and their faces are funny colors. I am scared to get eaten by the children since they are so scary. These humans are just hideous creatures. I can't imagine getting eaten by a gorilla or some creepy looking clown.
I squirm to the bottom of the bowl again and hide out there to stay away form the children. I can not see the joy in being eaten by the kids, I just cannot understand why the other candy corns think that it is so good. Hands are constantly dipping into the bowl and my fellow candy corns are dismissing at a rapid rate. Pretty soon there are only about twenty pieces of us in the bowl.I was pretty much freakin out at this point. I had no idea that some of the costumes were so scary. Getting eaten by these monsters isn't a good thing, I don't understand why the other candies thought that it was.
There weren't as many kinds now and it was getting late. I assumed that I safe and I wasn't going to get eaten by a scary demon or so something. But then some kid dressed as a chunky goblin came and ate all of the candy corn left. He didn't even bother to put us in his bag, he finished us up like champ and that was how my life as a piece of candy ended.
Michaela Cashmer,
DeleteI just read Kraus's blog, and yours are so similar! They both made me laugh out loud! I love how the candy is just shamelessly gobbled up at the end. What I especially enjoyed about your blog is how the candy corn was actually excited for Halloween, but then realized that maybe it should be dreading it instead. I thought that was an interesting and creative take on the candy's view of Halloween. The third last paragraph made me giggle, Michaela. Your dry sense of humor definitely shown through there. Very well done! I enjoyed your story!
I think you must have been full of germs by the time you were eaten. And the candy corn is never wrapped in anything. I will admit that I will eat it if it's the only candy left, but it kind of hurts my teeth.
DeleteHalloween. My least favorite day of the year. I mean, sure, its fun to hear the kids running around and celebrating all the candy they have, but when you are the candy it is scary as crap. Your life is constantly in danger of one of the little monsters eating you without a second thought.
ReplyDeleteThe living conditions of candy aren’t as sweet as you would think. We are packed tightly into a bag with a million other people of our kind. We were constantly running into each other no matter what. Then, to make things worse, our little bags were crowded into a bigger bag with other bags. This is the trouble of being an M&M.
We are some of the most consumed candies at Halloween. None of us like it, however. We pray that the other bags will be chosen before our own. I have a family. A lot of good I would do taking care of them if I was eaten. I am a blue M&M, and some kids don’t care for my color. That is my saving grace. My wife is a yellow, and she is a hot topic. Our kids are green, and most people tend to leave the green ones behind with the blue. I just hope we make it through this night alive.
I heard the popping sound of the big bag being opened. It was go time. Some person, undoubtedly dressed up, poured us into a bowl and turned on the porch light. It was terrifying waiting to hear the kids coming. I peaked through a small space in our wrapper to see that we were surrounded by other candies such as Resse’s Cups, Hershey’s, and Kit Kat’s. We most likely had some time together before we were chosen.
I rolled through our bag until I got to my little family. My kids were terrified.
“Daddy, what happens if they get us.”
“Don’t worry, Junior. There are other kinds of candy in here that the kids like better.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
That was the trouble with the little ones. They had never been a part of any kind of Halloween celebration. Honestly I have only been through it one other time. The kids screaming, grabbing at candy in handfuls, fighting over which is better. It was like a war zone. I had to go to therapy by the time it was all said and done. I had nightmares for months.
I heard the kids running up the porch steps. I immediately turned to warn my family.
“Emergency positions everyone! Just like we practiced!”
We huddled very close to each other and waited for the massacre. A few times our bag was picked up and thrown back down. Each quake rattled us to the very core. Soon, however, the light of the porch was turned off and the bowl was brought inside.
“Well everyone. We made it. Halloween is over.”
Megan,
DeleteThat's so sad! They were so terrified. It made me think of people having to hide out during World War II or something like that. I'm happy they made it! That was a very cute story, Megan. You are always nice and descriptive which I appreciate.
Nice job!
"Grandma! Grandma! Tell us the story again! Again!"
ReplyDelete"What story, dearies?"
"The tale of our creation! You know, the one where great grandma began -"
"Ah, yes! The story that all began one Halloween night?"
"Yes, Grammy-pants! That one! Tell us! Tell us!"
"All right, kiddies, gather around.... Once upon a time, on an unseasonably warm Hallows Eve, there was a peanut. She was a lonely sort of peanut. She was spending her Halloween on the hard, unforgiving sidewalk -"
"Why was she on the sidewalk, Grammy?"
"Because she accidentally fell out of a trick-or-treater's trail mix bag."
"Who gives out trail mix on Halloween?"
"Elderly people who are concerned about the youth of America, lovely. You ask this every time. May I continue to tell my story or are you going to continue to ask silly questions?"
"Sorry, Grammy."
"It's okay, darling. Anyway, the little peanut did not mind residing on the sidewalk because she was able to say hello to passing trick-or-treaters. Children of all different sizes in an array of colorful costumes passed by the small peanut, ignorant to her existence; but she didn't care. She enjoyed watching the blissful, costumed children squeal with delight and run to their parents, proudly displaying the candy they received. She felt a pang in her heart, wishing that a child would look at her with the same excitement and admiration -"
"Grandma, peanuts don't have hearts."
"It's figurative language, sweetie. Anyway, something miraculous occurred that granted the little peanut's wish. A small child dressed up as a squirrel somehow caught sight of the lonely nut on the ground, and picked her up in his furry paws. 'Mommy, look!' The child exclaimed. 'I found a peanut!'
"'Put that down, honey,' the mother scolded. 'It was on the ground.' The mother brushed at the peanut to knock it our of her son's grip, and the nut incidentally fell into the trick-or-treater's bag of candy.
"The little peanut plummeted into a sea of various candies, and was immediately swarmed by them. 'Help us!' 'It's too bloody hot in here!' 'I'm melting!' The candies cried out in distress as they swished back and forth, smashing into each other, as the little squirrel boy pranced from house to house, and more and more candy filtered into the crowded bag.
"The poor small peanut was utterly confused and panicked. Kit Kats, gum balls, popcorn balls, and every kind of candy imaginable bumped and slammed into her, pushing her deeper and deeper into the stuffy bag. As she approached the bottom, the peanut noticed that one of the wrappers had a slight tear in it, and a tiny piece of candy was being forced from the opening. As soon as the peanut caught sight of him, she felt her breath catch and -"
"Gram Gram, peanuts can't breathe!"
"Hush, love, it's the best part! Anyway, she gazed in awe at the round, blue piece of candy that was peeking out at her. His big white 'M' winked at her, and she felt her insides melt. He was one hot piece of candy! The peanut wanted to get closer, to inspect the handsome chocolate, but she was unsure how. Suddenly, a Hershey bar descended into the bag. The peanut seized the opportunity to get closer to the piece of candy as soon as the chocolate bar plunked on to one side of a Milky Way and propelled the other side up where the peanut was resting.
"The little nut was flung into the air and coincidentally landed close to the small piece of candy. She was delighted to be so close the attractive piece of chocolate until she started to uncontrollably slide toward him down the slippery wrapper of a laffy taffy. She did not want to seem to creepy, but it was too late. Before she knew it, the tiny peanut was colliding full force into the hot piece of candy. She swiftly discovered that the blue piece of chocolate was not only visually hot but literally as well. All of a sudden, the little peanut was being embraced by the melting chocolate arms.
Delete"'Be careful, sir! I'm very fragile!' The small nut pleaded. But it was too late. The peanut was stuck.
"The peanut struggled to be free, but the piece of candy's grasp was too strong. Little peanut was forever clasped in the arms of the blue M&M since that Halloween night. The end."
"That's not the end of the story, silly grandma!"
"Oh of course! How could I forget? Then that night, when the squirrel boy discovered the chocolates peanut, he proudly showed it to his mom. His mother was intrigued and tried the strange combination of nut and candy. To her surprise, it tasted fantastic! It did not take long for the idea to spread, and soon peanut M&Ms were all the rage. And that is why we are here today, little ones. All thanks to Grandma Peanut and Grandpa M&M embrace one Halloween night."
"That's a great story, Grammy-Pants! Tell us more!"
"Not now, darlings. It is now time for us to prepare for our own Halloween night. Happy Halloween!"
I like Grammy-pants. She is impatient and really knows her literary terms. And peanut m&m's are delicious!
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