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The rain poured outside as Kara Dunst sat at the kitchen room table, newspaper spread out in front of her. She half-heartily scanned the articles, circling certain ones with a red marker but then quickly scribbling them out.
"It's no use!" She complained, slamming the marker on the table and standing up abruptly. She stalked over the fridge and, opening it, pulled out a bag of limp white bread. She made a face and took out two slices. "Bread again...yippee!" She commented sarcastically to herself.
"Why the long face?" A voice said, causing her to jump. She whirled around and scanned the kitchen for the source of the voice.
"W...who said that?" She demanded, her voice quivering in fear.
"Who do ya think?" The voice replied with a hint of suppressed laughter.
Her eyes fell on the black toaster that was resting quietly on the table, mere feet from her. "What the...?"
All of a sudden, the toaster bounced. "Hehe. I know...ya didn't expect me to be talking, huh?" The voice was most definitely coming from the toaster.
Kara shook her head in disbelief. "No. This...this isn't happening."
The toaster shook, seeming to laugh at her. "Oh, but it is!"
Curiosity got the best of her. "How...how exactly are you talking? I mean, you're just a toaster for god's sake."
"How am I talking?" The toaster copied. "I dunno. I just am."
Kara laughed nervously. "I must be losing my mind."
"No, Kara. This is real. If you don't believe me...just come over here and I'll prove it do you."
Kara was hesitant. "I don't know if thats such a good idea." She responded, instinctively gazing at the front door.
"Aw, come on. I'm not gonna bite."
Kara looked at it spectively. "Why can't you just show me from over there?"
Kara could have swore that she heard the thing sigh. "Fine. It that's the way you want it."
Before Kara had time to react, the toasters cord snapped from it's socket and wrapped itself around her throat, cutting off her airsupply. She struggled against the tight cord, trying to no avail to pry it off with her fingers.
The toaster jumped up and down with glee.
Kara glared at it horror, her face turning an unnatural shade off purple. "W...why?" She managed to croak, falling to her knees. Her head was swimming due to the lack of oxygen.
"Why not?" The toaster replied almost gleefully as the cord tightened, pulling Kara towards the psychotic toaster. "You don't appreciate the life you are able to live. Every day, you complain how life isn't fair. Well, MY life isn't fair. I'm a freaking talking toaster!" The toaster was angry now, smoke pouring out from the top.
"You have it so easy compared to me!"
The cord tightened mercissly around her throat until her neck made a sick snapping sound. Kara collapsed to the floor, dead.
The toaster pulled it's cord back and was silent.
 Melody Trinity Ann · Sat Sep 12, 2009 @ 02:49am · 1 Comments |
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