Poptart Monologue

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You have the nerve to think of me as a madman? If anything the toasting had not diminished my senses, but advanced them along. If I’m so mad, just watch at how calmly I am able to tell you this story. I didn’t want to kill him, I just wanted it to all go away. I couldn’t bare looking at that hideous thing- that basketball sized dot on his body. Don’t get me wrong here, I had a deep passion for that poptart. He had never done anything to deserve death. But when I saw that hideous dot on him, my blood ran cold. I couldn’t see him, and I started seeing only his dot. I had to protect my sanity by killing him and getting rid of it for good. What good is there to be cruel? Leading up to his death, I had been the kindest I’d ever been to this

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