Novel & Cerita Crack An Egg On Your Head

No project, no deadlines, just a messy kitchen and a guy who’s clearly trying his best. “Next step is the eggs,” I say, grabbing a few from the fridge. “You’ve got to be gentle with these. No cracking them like a wrestler.” Sebastian eyes the eggs suspiciously, then looks at me with mock seriousness. “Are you suggesting I don’t have the finesse to crack an egg?” I shake my head, smiling. “Just don’t make a mess, okay?” He takes one egg, cracks it with a little too much and the shell shatters into pieces. A few stray bits of eggshell float into the bowl. I try to hide my laughter, but it’s impossible.

he asked with enthusiasm "Take a pan first and some veggies of your choice." "Oh, that's cool! But what is a pan, by the way?" he asked, his innocence almost endearing. Erica shook her head, biting back a laugh as she handed him a pan. "Here, you can start with this." Kabir held the egg like a trophy. "So now what's next?" "Aaaa... now you just need to crack the egg on your forehead and put the yolk in the pan... then add some veggies, and voila! It's an omelette!"

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.

Cracks！ My fiancé hit me. Three minutes ago, I had been daydreaming about how to decorate our ridiculously expensive penthouse apartment, where every corner looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine. Two minutes ago, I accidentally broke a mug. Then, Rhys slapped me across the face—hard. My cheek burned like it had been seared by fire. It took a full thirty seconds before my brain restarted, slowly piecing reality back together. “Are you fucking insane?” I gritted my teeth, forcing the words through the cracks of my jaw.

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.

He flinches in pain when the egg hits his chest and breaks, causing yellow to splatter over his white sweatshirt that is now designed with the red tomato stains. "Kate, stop!" He pleads in a shaky voice, but still doesn't move away and let the second egg I throw at his head to hit him. With my anger getting the best of me, I empty all the pancake's flour on his head. Making him resemble a wannabe clown. Panting and vibrating violently, my heart pace begins beating abnormally, as my blood pressure arise. My breathing evens out and an enormous instant migraine ascend upon my head. Even my throat feels itchy as a gigantic lump made itself at comfy there.

Another deafening crack filled the room. Bang!