Crack An Egg On Your Head Novels & Stories

“Don’t give me that face or I won’t give a second thought of slapping you.” My heart is beating so fast and I couldn’t breathe as I look at her. I feel scared for some reason and I don’t even know why… I know I can handle myself and this is nothing but the way she talk to me and blame everything on me made my head hurt even more that I couldn’t handle it anymore. It’s like my skull is being ripped open and all I could do scream because of it while I hold to the counter nearby to support myself… and before I could ask for help everything turn black. **

I hear one of the girls in the hall shout. How did that just happen? I didn't shove her that hard did I?… no, it's not possible, I'm not that strong and I barely touched her. She must have tripped on something and hit her head. That crack in the wall must have already been there and I'd just not noticed it until now.

He laughed. The closed fist struck his left cheek with a sickening double crack and Kyle's head rolled with the punch. There was no pain at first, just a sickening dizziness. A split second after that awful impact sound came a high pitched squeal which drilled into Kyle's brain. As his head rebounded from the punch his stomach said, 'Fuck it! Eject!' and Kyle's dinner heaved up and out rather explosively.

And I don't mean it in a bad way but I was used to it, because when you've stayed with those three people half your life, you would know their brains don't work all the time, which could result in screaming for no reason or laughing unnecessarily. "Yeah yeah, I look like a clown, just continue what you were watching," I voiced out, and rolled my eyes afterwards, when they all obeyed and refocused their attention back on the T.V. Hope you see how their brains were being fried. I then entered the kitchen where I picked up two raw eggs, cubes of maggi seasoning, a pinch of salt, onions and oil. I broke the eggs into a small plate and mixed the eggs with the onions and the others, after which I

As I slowly shifted her leg, I noticed the distinct red colour on her otherwise blue bed spread and figured she was going to be grumpy from her period, if she's anything like my sister but to be on the safe side, I began to browse out home remedies. I went to the kitchen and put a kettle of water on fire as I began cracking eggs and toasting the bread for our breakfast. While waiting for her water to heat up, I ate my share. I'm usually a good cook but I swear some part of the egg shell didn't respect my expertise enough to not slip into the mix. I hope she doesn't chew on the shell because I don't know how TV chefs do it. I mean that stuff of hitting the egg by the side of the plate and pou

someone from the crowd shouted. "We’ll expose her!" another voice added. "Post it everywhere!" Suddenly, something whizzed past my head. "Watch out!" Jian’s body jerked in front of me. The egg shattered against her head, the shell cracking with a sickening splat. Sticky yolk oozed down her hair, yellow streaks running over her face. I heard laughter—sharp, cruel, and triumphant. "Too bad it wasn’t her face," someone cackled.

That headbutt was borderline fatal. I sit up with a groan, running fingers over my scalp to assess the damage. It feels like my fucking skull has been cracked open and then pricked by thousands of tiny, razor-sharp needles. Zli had no idea what he was doing and how dangerous it was to hit me in the head like that. He doesn't know about the chronic migraines that have plagued me since childhood—the physical manifestation of my mother’s suffocating shadow. But his ignorance doesn't make the strike any less deadly.

she asked before she suddenly hit Sylvester head with the egg. She was going to laugh. Well, she wanted to. Not until she realized that she smashed him with a raw egg. For a moment, Ryan thought that the egg was boiled, not raw. "Oh my gosh," she exclaimed. From the top of Slyvester’s head down to his handsome face, the sticky liquid of broken eggs dripped. Ryan gaped, while Slyvester flushed in anger. “S-Sorry,” she apologized. “I forgot that the egg is raw,” she added, hoping that this explanation would calm the man whom she hit so hard.

When we had our own food fight. My eyes widen once I realise that he had crack an egg right on top of my egg, making the whites fall. I look up to see him still holding it up. His hold on my hips loosen as he continues to laugh—taking a few steps away from me. I smirk, taking a packet of flour and a box of milk. His eyes widen as he laughs loudly but I run after him, throwing the flour toward his direction.

CRACK The sound resonated through the quiet courtyard as my bones shattered upon impact, and a sharp, agonizing tear of pure torment immediately tore past my lips. I lay crumpled on the cold earth, weeping hysterically from the sheer, blinding volume of pain radiating through my spine. I couldn't move. My muscles refused to obey a single command. While my concussed mind yet pondered on how to act, how to crawl, or how to slip away into the safety of the shadows, a brutal kick descended directly into the side of my head. The sheer force of the boot almost knocked me out completely, sending a kaleidoscope of white-hot spots dancing across my vision. And then, a relentless storm of heavy blows