SHORT STORY

 

 

So this was a story that Irene wrote for one of the short stories we had to turn in for English and when we collaborated we both decided that we liked it, because it was cute. She wanted to create as story that was cute but had a little twist. It's a story of three eggs and their dreams and fantasies of their great impact on the world.

 

 

 

 

 

All Eggs Have Dreams

 

A dozen eggs sat comfortably in their gray cardboard carton. It was just recently when the twelve were awoken from their warm beds of straw and jarred into individual cardboard niches. It wasn’t too bad, since they quickly became acquainted with one another. Conversations flowed easily and the twelve spent every minute discussing whatever was on their mind. Today, their first day in the chilled display, their conversation of cows and cowbells were interrupted by a tube of Pillsbury cookie dough.

 

“Will you just be quiet?!” the dough boy yelled, “Sheesh, I can’t wait to get out of here.”

The eggs exchanged looks. “What do you mean, ‘get out of here’? Where would you go?” asked one.

 

“Humph,” the dough boy grumbled, “I mean, get out of this wrapper and become irresistibly delicious, gooey home-style cookies… unlike you bunch when you get out of your shells. Now, please be quiet.”

 

For the first time in their small lives, the eggs were silent. When they come out of their shells? They have never thought of such a thing.

 

“Well, I don’t know about you guys,” said an egg on the upper left hand corner, “But I’m going to be a super hero. Super Chicken, actually. I’ll be the first chicken to fly and I’ll have eyes that’ll shoot laser beams. I’ll solve crimes and rescue damsels and babies from burning buildings. The entire barn will thank me and they’ll name a new lamb after me. Yep, that’s what’ll I’m going to be when I come out of this shell!”

 

All the eggs were impressed. Then another egg perked up and said, “I bet I’ll be a beautiful painted egg. Like those Russian ones. Blind Russian nuns will work night and day hand painting my beautiful creamy shell. So what if I don’t come out of my shell. I’ll be beautiful.”

 

“I’m going to be an astronaunt!” an egg in the middle shouted.
“Nuh-uh!” exclaimed all the eggs.
“Oh yes I will. I’ll be the first chicken to reach the moon and float among the stars. Just you wait; I’ll be featured on Time Magazine as one of the 100 Most Influential Chickens. Don’t worry; you guys without futures can live on my mansion.”

All the eggs were about to protest when they felt a sudden jolt in their carton. The next thing they knew, they were placed in a wire shopping cart next to a cake mix, a recipe book, and the cookie dough.

 

“Hey Dough Boy! I’m going to be a super hero!
“I’ll be a beautiful piece of art.”
“I’m going to be an astronaut.”
“Yeah, and I’m going to be the next president of Zimbabwe,” the dough boy rolled his eyes.

 

But the eggs weren’t discouraged. They were too busy thinking about their promising future.