Cereal Aisle Novels & Stories

"It implies it's cheap, Cale. We're on a budget." "We have five thousand dollars. We can afford purity." "Fine. Get the expensive oil. Mr. Fancy." They reached the cereal aisle. It was a canyon of sugar and mascots. Elion grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes. "Breakfast," Elion said, tossing it in the cart. Cale picked it up. He read the back. "Sugar," Cale said. "Corn syrup. Artificial dye. This is not food. This is chemical warfare." "It's delicious. You'll love it."

Chapter Eighteen Success Emily opened her phone and saw a notification from the Skype news station. It was everywhere: “Coco Pops has reached the top spot as the best-selling cereal on the consumer market, while families enjoy a nutritious breakfast every morning,” announced the journalist. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks. She screamed from her room and ran through the house looking for Rosie. She finally found her in the kitchen, baking as usual, her hands covered in flour. “What’s going on?” Rosie asked, noticing the excitement written all over Emily’s face.

It was a Sunday morning, which meant the store was at its most peaceful. A handful of people doing errands for the new week, an elderly woman comparing two varieties of the same pasta with focused seriousness, a father with a toddler in the trolley seat who looked like he'd had a very tough day. Adam found four of the seven items without difficulty. He was standing in the dairy aisle considering whether the yoghurt on the list was the same as the yoghurt in front of him. It was the same brand but a different size and he was calculating whether Olivia's instruction covered size variation when he felt someone stop beside him.

she says as she gestures across the room. The area that she gestures to is setup like a high school cafeteria. The only difference that I see is it appears to be buffet style where you grab your own food. The scent of the food in the air makes my stomach growl. I know that I just ate breakfast but aromas in the air remind me of things I haven’t eaten in years. I grab the purple tray and take a look at what they provided. There is crisp bacon, sausage, ham, steak, hash browns, biscuits, gravy, pancakes, waffles, and their fixings. Knowing that I won’t be able to eat much I grab a few slices of bacon and a biscuit.

Life was unpredictable, for sure. "Okay, two choices..." Gray said once she finished going through our bare-bones kitchen cabinets. "The fake cereal that we never opened..." By 'fake cereal,' she meant the healthy shredded wheat variety I'd gotten her after I caught her fishing the marshmallows out of a 'Lucky Charms' box. "Or slightly expired granola bars." "Expired? How is that even an option?" I scrunched up my face. "I said, slightly expired. Plus, they have chocolate chips," she answered. "While this box of impostors over here—" She raised the cereal box and mirrored my disgusted expression. "Has raisins... Gross."

Having her brother with her was another story but thankfully, Asher wasn't interested in coming with us. “Cinnamon crunchies! Those ones!" Ashlynn squealed as she excitedly pointed at a carton of cereal on the top shelf of the cereal aisle. “Those specific ones honey?" I asked, internally groaning at the cereal that was out of reach. “Yes. Carry me. I'll reach it!" She reached up to me from her perch at the front of the shopping trolley. “I'll get it." A slightly familiar voice said and before I could turn, a hand reached up from behind me and grabbed the box of cereal. “Here you go."

For a few moments, at least, the chaos of her life would fade away, replaced by the simple joy of a child and his favorite cereal. She had no idea she was driving straight into a trap. The supermarket was massive, gleaming aisles, polished floors, a dizzying array of products that seemed to stretch into infinity and rows after rows of full shelves. Emily walked through the automatic doors, grabbed a cart, and made her way to the cereal aisle. And there it was. The last box on the shelf. Sitting alone on the shelf like a beacon of hope. "It must be so in demand" Emily muttered to herself. Checking the expiration date.

“Sure, Daisy, we can try it. But remember, it’s important to have a balanced breakfast with whole grains and nutrients. So we’ll get this cereal, but we’ll also choose a healthier option.” Daisy nods enthusiastically, understanding the importance of a balanced diet. “I want to pick the healthier one, Aunt Emilia!” I guide Daisy to the aisle with healthier cereal options, and she carefully selects a box that contains whole grains and less sugar. Daniel follows suit, choosing a different variety that appeals to him. As we move through the supermarket, Daisy’s excitement doesn’t wane. She marvels at the different fruits and vegetables, and asks questions about unfamiliar produce. Daniel, though

Hopefully he likes it. Why do I care? “Let’s eat and then we can get moving,” Kahlani suggests, pulling three bowls out of the cabinet. We prepare some cereal for something quick to eat so we can get going. I pour some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, my favorite cereal while Kehlani pours Cinnamon Raisin Bran and Ryker pours some in his bowl after Kehlani. In my opinion, they both picked really boring cereals. Kehlani has an excuse, being a vegetarian and all. But him? Is he a vegetarian too and that’s why he picked something so dull?

I stand up, and when I get to the kitchen, there is a spread of a little of everything. Baked beans with mushrooms, sausages, piled toast, scrambled eggs, mince, burger patties, bacon, sliced tomatoes, fried chips, onion rings, sliced fruit, plain yogurt, and berries. Then there was three types of cereal and two liters of freshly squeezed orange juice and a line of assorted teabags.