Spine Crackers Novels & Stories

Nishant said teasing her more making her whine. "Babe tell him to stop." She said stomping her foot to Myra who stood there smiling at both of them. "What is chuckies and chuks?" She asked. "They are my favorite cookies and he has been teasing me about it ever since your wedding." She complained. "You still eat that cookies?" Myra asked controlling her laugh making her done with both of them. "The ones with dinosaur packaging." Nishit said adding in fuel making everyone laugh. "Jiju they are bullying me." She complained as Zeeshant just shook his head at them.

Instead, I picked up a piece of the soggy rice and dry chunks of meat as my other teammates chatted lightly as we ate, our voices hushed and subdued. Beatrice picks up a cracker, examining it with disdain. The thin wafer bends under its own weight, and the orange cheese spread smeared across its surface bubbles and oozes unnaturally, "This looks like cardboard with cheese flavoring," she mutters under her breath. She takes a reluctant bite and her face twists in disgust. "Yeah, tastes like it too. I'd seriously kill for some real food," she grumbles, but ironically not dropping the cracker back onto the plate.

The shift came because the pressure had nowhere else to go. The first snap happened deep in my spine, a sound less like a crack and more like green wood twisting until it splintered. My back arched without permission. Vertebrae realigned in a wave that started between my shoulder blades and rolled downward, each one clicking into a shape my human skeleton was never designed to hold. The pain was so sudden and so specific…like hot rebar being threaded through the centre of every bone that my vision whited out for half a second.

he admitted seriously. “When I was a kid, there were days when that’s all I had to eat,” I found myself confessing. “I always told myself when I grew up, I’d never eat them again.” I looked at the butter-slathered square cracker near my mouth. “But it’s one thing I couldn’t give up. They’re great with spreads or just butter.” Gabe grabbed the cracker from my hand again and bit it. “You’re good at this… making crackers.”

I don't know what's with her and her TLC shows. I trudged to the kitchen and grabbed a chilled bottle of water out of the fridge. I shut the door and spun on my heels to the pantry, which was filled with Katy's snack food. The party sized bag of Doritos where right in my view when a sharp pain shot at my spine. I sucked in a deep breath and dropped my water on the floor. "Oww." I mutter and try to stretch out the pain. It was a burning sensation, like someone held a match against my skin.

She finished explaining, laughing at her own plan. I rolled my eyes, stuffing my gala into my hand bag as I opened the bottle of Pepsi, before saying. "Just hurry up Amara, take whatever you want, I'm tired of standing." "When did you just stand up? You've been sitting down all morning, what's wrong with you? Silas isn't here again, relax, will you!" Amara admonished as she picked up a piece of minimie chinchin, three galas, one fish spicy, one big parle G biscuit, one festo biscuit and two pieces of pure bliss wafers [a bunch of snacks that's totally unnecessary for lunch].

But she didn’t open it. “Open it” she heard Daniel’s voice encouraging her. Her heart thumped as soon as she saw two more broken rings in the box. It’s similar to her broken ring but different. “Nice, isn’t it? It’s a puzzle ring that I designed when I was still in the university. Can I?” Daniel asked for her ring and twist and turn it together with the other two. After some time, all the three rings became one. It formed an infinity sign with three diamond stones aligned.

"Crackers!" Michael holds up his; red and green crepe paper wrapped with silver foil. He leans across the table, arm outstretched, flashing eyebrows. "Pull a cracker with me, Mitch." James picks up his from the side of his plate, sounding piqued. "They're nothing like the one we had last year, I'm afraid."

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

Crunch. The not so pleasant sound of someone’s nose breaking. Before today I’m not sure that I had ever heard it, but that was the second, maybe third time within the hour, and it was something that won’t be easy to forget. Oddly enough, it was pretty similar to the sound of chips being smashed in a bag and I wondered if I’d ever be able to enjoy some sweet chili Doritos ever again without associating the two sounds together.