Skiving Snack Box Novels & Stories

The shelves were lined with colorful boxes, each with its own enticing promise of a tasty breakfast. Adam's gaze scanned the options, his eyes dancing between fruity options and those with whole grains. But then, something caught his attention – the largest cereal box on the top shelf. It was a gigantic box, undoubtedly containing enough cereal to last for weeks. The colorful packaging depicted a cheerful, animated character enjoying a bowl of the cereal, and the price per ounce seemed like a good deal. Adam decided to reach for it, thinking it would save him some trips back to the store. As he extended his arm toward the box, his fingers brushed against the cardboard, and he successfully se

I’d brought a small stack of financial reports on Boyd’s holdings and transactions from the last couple years before he sold out, but I knew they were probably a dead end. “Hell, you know those two couldn’t have had kids.” “Didn’t stop them from trying.” I tried my best to ignore the snickering. “Here you go, hon.” Betty slid a wax paper bundle and a spoon over the counter to me. You don’t get a plate at the Lunch Box, just a shiny white bun with ketchup, mustard, and pickle stuffed to overflowing with loose ground beef. Maid-Rite lays claim to these sandwiches, and will serve a pretty good one in almost any other town in Iowa, but I haven’t ever had a better one than right here. Like most s

Jade's heart skipped a beat when she opened the box and her favorite flavor of Skittles laid in it. “Omg" She whispered to herself. How did Xavier know about this? The last time she had this was back in her house in Brooklyn and her mother gifted it to her. Jade quickly picked the card with shaky hands and stood to her feet. A lot of ideas were running though her mind. She wondered if her mother came to visit her. The smile on her face slowly faded when she read the card. ‘The only flavor that doesn't taste yucky, shaped like a little rockie and makes you whoosie, love by my bunny’

At the counter, after doing the payment and grabbing the bag, when Shishir was about to leave, suddenly the salesgirl called him out. “Sir…” He turned towards her before she said, “don’t forget to grab some snack food for her. Trust me it helps with her mood swings.” Shishir nodded his head before asking, “is there anything else?” “Um! You can prepare a hot bag for her. You know period cramps are too painful,” she replied. “Thank you,” Shishir said before walking out of the store. He walked towards the convenience store and walked around for a while. He then grabbed mixed nuts, kale chips, dark chocolate, and mango juice.

Businessmen should not be affected by the old and young dates of payday. Shaking her head in understanding, Maureen picked up another box. Luckily she heated up two boxes at once. Midnight meals were always tempting for a calorie-packed snack, but she wasn't in the mood to gain weight. They chew as they lean against the edge of the cabinet table, watching the transparent shelves that border the space filled with various shapes and colors of specialty food containers collected by contemporary mothers. Forbidden to disappear. Just remembering it, the twins could laugh at the investment concept that the product's marketers were touting. It's a pain to wash them so they don't leave a fishy smell

I sat on the couch, placed the box on the coffee table, and looked at it again. Still no name. No brand. Just a small white sticker on top: “For Helen. Just because.” That was it. No sender. No return address. I reached for the scissors and carefully sliced through the tape. Inside, there was another box. Sleek. Black. With a deep red ribbon tied around it. I untied the ribbon, heart thumping a little now. The kids leaned closer. Inside the black box... was a set of gourmet chocolates. Expensive ones. The kind you didn’t find at your regular store. The kind wrapped in gold foil, sitting pretty inside a velvet tray.

He couldn't move. I ignored him and looked straight into the camera, pitching, "Everyone needs snacks when gossiping, right? Check out our beef jerky! You get more for the same price with brand-new flavors, and it's discounted now with blind box freebies! The more you buy, the more you get!

The box was rather heavy, and Sebastian nearly sprained his waist. Myra didn’t remember what she bought. “Probably some snacks…” Because Estelle loved snacks, there was always a supply of her favorites at home. Sebastian pursed his lips again. “Young people should eat more healthy food and less junk food… Where do you put the scissors?” He chided her, but he was rather eager to open the box as well. “In that small cabinet in the hallway.”

A crisp voice rang out. Sonnet looked in the direction of the voice. Skylar was getting food in the front of the queue. The lunch boxes that she had placed on the table next to her were full of dishes. She was holding onto a lunch box and asking for another serving of braised pork ribs. Sonnet’s heart lurched when she brought up braised pork ribs. She recalled that it was Shay’s favorite food. Was she…packing food for Shay? After packing the food, Skylar carried the lunch boxes with both hands and walked out of the canteen.

There are still some things that should be edible, though. Sneak is the first to grab something, pulling a package of Twinkies from a shelf. “I read somewhere these things have a shelf life of around a thousand years,” he says as he tears the plastic open and pops the end of a Twinkie into his mouth with no hesitation. We watch as he chews his treat, half expecting him to keel over or at least grab his stomach. Instead, a big smile appears on his face after he swallows. “It’s a little dry,” he tells us, “but it’s freaking delicious.” He shoves another piece into his mouth.