Crack An Egg On Your Head Novels & Stories

"Oomph," I groaned as I stumbled on my feet. I caught myself before I crashed on the ground but was unable to save the crates of eggs in my hands. Most of them cracked on impact, and only three of them survived with a little scratch. I was in big trouble.

Crystal looked at the woman who’d provided the eggs. “What’s your name, anyway?” she asked. “M-Mary,” the woman replied. “My n-name is Mary W-Wiggins…” “Well, Mary,” Crystal said. “If you don’t have any more information for me, it’s time for you to start eating the eggs.” As she talked, she took the glass of water on the table and poured its contents over Mary’s head. Then she cracked the two eggs she’d brought with her and emptied their contents into the cup. Finally, she handed the glass to Mary. “Waste not, want not,” Crystal said, and the grin on her face was not unlike that of a shark. “Drink up.”

I asked him with frown. George pointed at the scratch as he said.. "It moved as the scratch made a crack sound. And, I also heard something from it. But after that, it didn't move anymore. That's why I immediately contacted you to come back." George look at me meaningfully as he also glanced at me hands. "If what your uncle said was true, then I'm sure something wrong is happening inside this egg. Should we forcefully cracked it?" Jevro suddenly spoke. "No. We can't. That's dangerous for the hatchling." I told him as I removed my gloves.

)) And that ladies and gentlemen was where Jade lost her shitake mushrooms! ** Cracccccck ** was the sound that rang through the long corridor as I punched her straight in the nose and she flew backwards making a crack in the wall << OMG JADE you're putting us in expense >> (( OH BE QUIET! IT'S NOT LIKE WE CAN'T AFFORD IT! PLUS DO YOU NOT HEAR THIS BITCH, HOW ARE YOU SO CALM JEWY? )) I watch as Jade steps forward and stands on her neck and looks down at her with great anger.

She fought with every scrap of strength, locking her jaw and letting out a low, guttural sound of revolt. In the chaos, there was a loud "CRACK." The bowl was knocked out of his hand, shattering against the floor. Thick, hot soup splashed over both of them as the porcelain exploded, the sharp sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.

The hallway was silent and scanty, there was no student there and this gave me some sense of relief. I hadn't taken five steps when I felt something moist crack behind me. The shell dropped letting out another crack. It was an egg. My heart thudded in my chest and I braced myself for what was coming next. I shut my eyes as more eggs cracked on my head, face, and body. I tried to cover myself but I knew it was useless. “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” They chanted.

The moment I stepped inside the hallway, everything happened in a flash. Before I could even register the sounds around me, something wet, slimy, and cold slammed directly onto the top of my head. A bowl of raw, cracked eggs fell right on me. The thick yellow yolk and gooey egg whites instantly began to run down my hair, dripping onto my forehead and sliding down my face, ruining the makeup I had worked so hard to put on. I gasped, freezing in shock. But the nightmare was just beginning. The next second, the crowd of students lining the hallway erupted into cruel laughter. They reached into their bags and boxes, pulling out more eggs. They began to throw them at me, hard.

Crack! Thomas was face down blood pouring out from the back of his head. Angela had produced a small mace from somewhere. She jumped up and down happily a few times in place. "Woo! I really like this one, It even survived Thomas's thick skull!" Christopher simply smiled " I think I'll miss this too."

Grace beams, her face about to split in half. “That sounds fun. I would love that” I nod, looking over to Daniel. “I’m down” “I Second that” Daniel and Luke answer at the same time. “No, you take the egg, crack it onto the skillet and let it cook. Don’t move it at all. So then when you’re eating it you can break it. It’s even better on a sandwich” Luke explains, causing me to wince. I don’t like runny eggs at all. Mine needs to be as dry as the Sahara desert.

A small egg holder was placed on the head with a very raw egg in it. I focused all my attention on the egg to stop myself from staring at Duncan. A loud voice came from the other side, startling me. “Places, everyone!” “The trick is to not let the egg drop,” Neo whispered after coming behind me. “Best of luck,” he said before scurrying away. “On your mark!” Breathe. “Get set!” Please, dear Earth, let there be no interference and I can walk in a straight line. Please do not let me drop the egg.