Story (Mundane) Writing.

1) Planning:

Making toast

breakfast and you have nothing else to eat

you woke up late

mom told you to make some toast

observing the marks made by the bread toasting

imaging of being in the toaster

burning in hell

what if that happened to me

questioning my belief in this world

doesn't notice that I burnt the toast.

mom makes breakfast instead

2) Writing:

My eyes open so lazily to the sunlight attacking my eyelids. "Urghhh" I hear myself saying "Is it morning already?". My mom knock on the door and complains about how it is already noon and I'm still not awake. Great. This means I have to do my own breakfast, I only know how to toast bread, that's it! So I drag myself down the stairs and enter the kitchen.

What a range of exciting and delicious bread selection I have today! There is whole wheat, brown bread and the best for last, plain bread. “Yay” how exciting, please excuse my sarcasm. Okay better get on with this I can already hear my stomach growling.

In the toaster goes two slices of plain bread and let the torture of waiting begin. I hate toasting bread, I always have, it is always so boring. What do people really do when toasting bread? I just stare at the toast and day dream about whatever I am about to do today. I can see the cylinder rod slowly turning red, a glow of fire bursting towards the bread. Imagine if I was in that toaster? God, it must be really hot. It this what I am actually doing to the bread, roasting it alive? I know it’s not even a living creature but still wouldn’t it hurt being burnt like that?

I can see small grains of the bread changing color to a light shade of brown overwhelming the white pigment of the bread. I look down at my skin, what would happen if my hand was in the toaster, would it slowly go darker? What a way would it be to just die that way, slowly burning alive. Maybe hell is like this, a torturous never ending burn to your skin that enters deep in my bones. I’m not sure about me going to hell, I know I don’t think about God that much but I don't do anything wrong. I get good grades, I never give into peer pressure and even if I do get mad at my parents I still listen to them.

“DINGGGGGGG” the toaster alarm goes of and gives me a shock. Wow 5 minutes already? I was just thinking about what kind of person I was and didn't even notice I left the bread in the toaster for too long. I can see smoke fumes coming from the side of the toaster and as I peek in I can see, I did it again. I completely burnt my toast and it is completely black like charcoal. “Oh my lord, you didn't even eat breakfast yet and you burnt your toast, that’s it I’ll make you some pancakes” my mom exclaimed to me as she is bringing down the laundry. Yes, pancakes, pancakes are good. That will stop me from thinking about my belief in this world.