"Just Dessert": The Writers' Spotlight

Just Dessert

There was a girl who was obsessed with baking. She would hide in her home just to cook or make food. She never went outside her home, and her neighbors would be filled with curiosity on who this strange, odd, person was. Her house was filled with ingredients and clutter all around the room. She always stayed inside her kitchen, sometimes she would even collapse to the floor from overwork and tiredness from cooking. Nobody knew who this person was. Her windows would always be closed, with darkness filling up the room all the time.

This woman had no life, family, or parents at all. Her father had left her when he found out that her mother had gotten pregnant. Her mother sobbed every day out on the streets, then when she gave birth she shortly died from a disease.

Now that this woman was grown and old, she looked at herself in the mirror. She saw that she had a bob cut, her eyes wide open, dark eye bags, and wrinkles around her face. She went into her bedroom and there was a big, thick, chest. On top of the chest, it was written,
¨Open when you are 18, my love.¨

Now that Leslie was old enough, she opened it. There were notes, journals, and a big gift box in it. She looked outside the window noticing the light, but the window was closed. She frantically looked through all the notes and journal entries from when her mom was pregnant, and she knew what she had to do. Leslie took the big gift box and took it to the kitchen. Leslie had realized how messy the kitchen was. She shoved everything out of the way on the counter, not caring if anything broke.

The sound of shattering glass on the floor didn´t startle her. She took the big gift box and set it on the counter. Her hands were filled with flour from baking and she ripped the packaging as if she was a wolf. When she opened the box, there was a pumpkin. It was a bright orange color and was glowing. Leslie was enraged with anger. She hated the light and anything to do with it. Leslie took a knife and was eager to stab the gourd repeatedly until it was ripped up into shreds. As she slowly lowered the knife, it grew even brighter.

Leslie´s eyes were now widened as if they were about to pop out of their eye sockets. She stabbed the lantern. She let out shrieks of anger and kept stabbing it and ripped it up into shreds. She cut herself repeatedly but didn't care. Leslie absolutely despised the glowing orb. By the end of stabbing this orb into shreds, there was blood dripping everywhere from her hands. There could be almost a million cuts on Leslie´s hands. Leslie knew what she had to do, and now she would kill every single living creature in the universe so light could vanish from the earth.

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