Crack An Egg On Your Head Novels & Stories

CRACK. The violent blow knocked the air completely out of my body, throwing me backward through the air like a rag doll. I flew ten feet across the street before my back slammed heavily into the solid concrete wall of my own warehouse. The impact was so hard it left a web of deep cracks in the stone behind my head.

OLIVIA Ever imagined the sensation of a massive brick wall falling on your head or the impact of a truck hitting you, sending you flying over the road with your head colliding against a hard concrete wall? That's precisely what I feel right now. It's like the brick is repeatedly crashing onto my head, and the little guy in my head, meant to catch the brick, is preoccupied trying to piece together everything that happened last night.

Fuck, everything hurts so damn bad. I prop myself up on my elbows which was the wrong choice. I really should know better than to do this by now. I stay like that for a few minutes because my head is threatening to explode. I slowly sit up leaning against the headboard. I closed my eyes trying calm this damn headache down. I heard the door to the room open, which sounded like the damn thing was falling off its hinges. I let out a hiss making someone chuckle. I wonder if I would get in trouble for killing someone for entering my room when my head is on the verge of exploding.

In a rush of adrenaline, I grabbed a knife placed on a nearby table, and held it against my stomach. "Come on then!" I threatened. "If anyone takes one step closer, I'll make sure I can't ever give birth!" Tony and the others didn't dare to move, and I glanced at the clock once more. Ten minutes left. Another ten minutes, and I'd win this war of attrition. Winnie was quick to notice the time they had left, and her shouts became frantic. "Get her! She wouldn't dare to actually stab herself! Are you going to take responsibility if Joey's sperm becomes inactive?!"

He nodded, turning to me expectantly “Can I try cracking an egg? I promise I won’t break it.” “The secret is to crack the shell carefully. Here.” I took his hands, helping him pick up the egg and a fork “Just hit it with the handle and… See? It’s already cracked. Now we hold it like this and…” with his little hands in mine, I opened the egg, dropping it into the bowl “Perfect! Do you want to try putting the next one in yourself?” “Yes!” Theo nodded solemnly, picking up the other egg as carefully as if it were a soap bubble.

The door creaked open Aunt Margaret stormed in, her face a mix of disbelief, annoyance, and frustration. “So it’s true, Ava?” she asked, standing by the door. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I grabbed my shirt to cover my nakedness. My head spun—how could I have forgotten to lock the door? And why hadn’t Aunt Margaret bothered to knock? “Ava!” she yelled, her eyes blazing with fury. “After everything I’ve done for you since your parents passed away, this is how you repay me, huh?” Her eyes glistened with tears.

I crash into the hybrid like a wrecking ball, my momentum driving us both into the opposite wall with a force that cracks the concrete. The beast snarls, turning its violet, burning eyes on me, but it doesn’t even get the chance to strike. I wrap my hands around its thick, matted throat and squeeze. Bones crunch beneath my grip as I wrench its head violently to the side, snapping its neck with a sickening crack. I toss the lifeless bulk aside like garbage and spin toward the others.

Evan’s little face flushed red, tears gathering in his eyes. His small hands clenched the hem of his shirt. His lips trembled as if he wanted to run to me but didn’t dare. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag, and my heart twisted. Before, whenever Evan was hungry, I always kept warm oatmeal in a thermos for him. But in the next second, I remembered him calling the police over an egg. I remembered the way he had cursed me.

However, she didn't know how to do that either. For help, she typed on the internet, 'How to break an egg.' There she saw someone answer it with 'On your head.' She highly doubted it at first. But then down there everyone wrote that, they do that too. Most of them wrote that they also crack the egg on their head. Having so many affirmative answers, she believed it and did it and the yolk ran down her face. She was shocked. She didn't even have a chance to collect it in the bowl before it was splashed on the floor completely.

Isaac Calland Linnea was laughing crazily when she successfully cracked an egg on my head. She said she always wanted to try to crack a boiled egg with her head but she hurt herself so she cracked it on mine. I was scratching my head where she cracked her egg. Living my life with Linnea is fun. I never thought it would be this fun even though sometimes she's unpredictable.