The Pasta

I was hungry. It was last Friday. No one was home at that moment. I decided to make pasta. I poured the pasta into a pot and tossed the box at the trashcan like I was playing Basketball. I missed. I figured I'd pick it up later. The pasta smelled delicious as it was being made. I left and watched TV until it was done.

I checked my watch later and noticed that I'd left the pasta in the pot for too long. I accidently heated it too much. When it was done, it looked... creepy. Suddenly, 2 eyes popped out of it, and the pot it was in flipped over and on to the ground. It sluggishly crawled on the floor, like that described of a demented snail. I just stood motionless in horror and watched. The pasta crawled up and opened a drawer, and pulled out a knife. I broke out of my trance and ran away, but I tripped over the box I had so foolishly left on the ground. I tried to get back up, but it was too late, I was chopped up.

My roommates came home about an hour later. When they came in, they saw the pot. "Joe must've made us some food" one of them thought. "Where is he anyway?". He peeked into the pot and saw pasta... and a watch.

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Credited to joejohnson97 
Originally uploaded on August 15, 2010

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