Crack An Egg On Your Head Mga Nobela at Kwento

, she said, moving in circles around the kitchen. She was the friend I never had while growing up, or at least, the one I should have had, instead of Hakim, and I was grateful that she had become a part of my life. As she was brewing the coffee, she took out some eggs and hotdogs, and like a pro, broke the egg using the other egg, and broke the other one with just one hand. “ How do you even do that?” I asked. “ Do what?” “ Break an egg using another egg. Like, why is it that just one egg ends up breaking and not the both of them, and why is it that it is the one that you intend to break that always ends up breaking?”

I made myself to the kitchen and decided I wanted to eat scrambled eggs and toast with a glass of strawberry milk. I had the head omegas recipe in mind when I pulled out my ingredients. For some reason, the sight of me cracking eggs into a small bowl became the most hilarious thing so I started laughing while cracking the eggs and watching them slip from their shell into the bowl, before I realized what I was doing, I was far gone into cracking a half crate of egg. "Oh, this is going to be a big feast of scrambled eggs, specially made by Carly Woods." I chuckled into my imaginary microphone with a wide smile on my face.

The sound split her mind—sharp, piercing, like crystal fracturing beneath heat. Her breath hitched. The sound reverberated inside her skull, shaking her teeth in her jaw until her body convulsed. She clutched her head, nails raking her own skin, as if she could claw the noise out. Her vision whitened, pupils swallowed in a flood of searing light. Light burst behind her eyes. Blinding. Searing. Absolute. It consumed her breath, stripped the air from her lungs. Her body arched as though lightning speared her spine, her throat clawed for sound that would not come. And then came the most terrifying sensation of all—she dissolved.

Since I had deliberately hidden my injured right hand inside my loose white coat, Megan didn't notice it was hurt at all. She strode up to me and, without a word, slapped me across the face. "Donovan, as a doctor, how could you let jealousy drive you to kill your own patient? You're not even fit to be called human!" I pressed my tongue against the inside of my stinging cheek, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone from Megan's group already discreetly pulling out a camera. I chuckled inwardly. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever kill my patient? Pierre's surgery—"

Nothing feels loose. I turn my head and look back up at Broken Nose. "I'll ask you one more time," he says, cracking his scarred knuckles slowly. "Who did you tell?" I lean forward as far as the duct tape allows, then I spit a mouthful of blood directly onto his shoe.

She lifted her chin and kept moving, selecting bread, fruit, cartons of milk, all while ignoring the glares drilling holes into her back. Until the first egg flew. It came out of nowhere, smashing against her shoulder with a sickening splat. Yellow yolk and sticky white oozed down her blouse. For a second, the world froze. Gasps rippled through the aisle. Tessa stood rigid, staring down at the mess staining her clothes. Then another egg hit her, this time on the side of her head. The goo trickled into her hair. The group of women laughed, their phones raised to record.

They scream and dissolve. One spirit warrior grabs a pot. It turns out to be full of chilli. It drops it and runs. Suddenly, the wind changes. Something rolls from the sky. A small round object. Everyone watches it as it falls. It turns out to be an egg. A big one. It rolls end over end, glowing slightly. It lands right in the centre of the largest group of spirit warriors and then breaks. At first, the spirit warriors laughed hysterically at the Misfit's way of fighting. The smell of the egg crawls into their nose.

I can't be complacent. I wanted to prank Gerald, and I saw what ingredients I could use. My gaze was immediately look on the egg and secretly taking the egg because Gerald focused on my breast. Gerald tilted his head left and right, sometimes maneuvering to devour all of my breasts. Clak!!! I broke the egg on his head. And unfortunately, it's a rotten egg. I immediately wanted to vomit to smell that pungent aroma. "Fuck!" Shouted Gerald. I ran out of the kitchen, and I just realized that I was naked.

She looks back down at the eggs and smiles. “Of course. But you have to promise to be careful.” She says as she lifts a finger, and I nod seriously. She slides the crate and bowl to me, and I pick up an egg like it’s something very important. Because it is. Mrs Lana has told me before that if you mess up cracking eggs, you’ll have shell in the mixture, and that’s bad. I tap the egg on the bowl like I’ve seen her before, but nothing happens. I tap the egg again, and still nothing.

It was a tomato. I was just taking in the shock when another joined in, flying into my room and hitting the ground. It created a mess on the floor. I heard the sound of something crack and I looked up to see that a quail's egg had cracked on my window, the mixture of white and yellow dripping down my window. When I looked down, I realized an angry mob was standing down below, yelling curses at me as they kept throwing eggs and fruits in anger. Soon, my room was a mess and all I could do was stand and watch as fruits flew into my room.