Short Story: Cookie or Not to Cookie

 

COOKIE OR NOT TO COOKIE

Written by A.A.

My alarm clock blared in my face, and my face grinned a wide smile. I opened up my curtains and the sun beamed my eyes like a laser. My eyes readjusted and I looked at the bright sunrise.

“Good morning world,” I said to myself. I knew today would be the day; a perfect Saturday. I rushed through my closet and put on my bright tie-dyed shirt, accompanied with a light unzipped sweater, all while my jovial smile whiter than a sheep kept put. I was so giddy and filled with bright bliss, you would’ve thought I found the cure for cancer.

As I finished dressing, I slowly opened my door into the kitchen. My eyes glittered with joy as I opened the refrigerator. I carefully poured some recently bought milk into a cup. A plastic cup to be safe, as I did not want to ruin this morning. My anticipation was immeasurable.

I precariously placed the milk on the table. I went up to the cupboard, pulled on the knob slowly, preparing myself for an appetizing adventure. My smile was uncontrollable. I put my hand out into the cabinet, ready to grab it.

Hold on.

I put my hand out…and nothing was felt.

My hand touched a bare, brown cupboard bottom with nothing of substance.

I paused, looked at the cupboard, and confirmed there was nothing there.

“It…it can’t be…” my voice started to shake, and I looked around the kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary…except the empty cabinet.

Sweaty bullets ran down my face, and I hurried through every cabinet. They were filled the rim with various groceries I bought last night.

I had everything except what I was looking for. I fell to the ground, my hands shaky and jittery.

I screamed, “HOW could this happen to me?!!” all while tugging at my hair. I was on the verge of tears.

“Pull yourself together,” I had to reassure myself. “Maybe I just misplaced them…I do that frequently,” I rushed through the house in what felt like ten seconds. I pulled books from the shelf, opened my old boxes, and went through my desk. 

To no avail did I find them. My desperation increased; I tore up the carpets, shoved every table, and flipped over the couch, as my despair abruptly transitioned to aggravation.

I saw red, and my hand slapped the milk glass. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” I shouted like a madman, as the milk splattered, getting all over the kitchen floor.

I looked at the white disaster that was on my floor. It felt like a decade had passed. The disfigured and wet personification of a calm contained day spiraling into disaster. It was runny and pale, just like my face. 

My lungs sucked up as much air as possible and unleashed a loud explosion. “WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!” My screaming shattered glass and caused an earthquake. I fell to the ground again, dishelved and fuming. The milk stained my recently washed clothes.

I looked at the wreck that used to be my living room, realizing I had turned my entire house upside down. It looked like a tornado went through it. Despite this, I still hadn’t found them. Not even a crumb I came across. It’s like they vanished.

A blue aura arose around me, until I burst into tears, and sobbed for what felt like a year. Only fifteen minutes have passed since I woke up. 

“I just wanted them…” I wailed louder than a siren. “How could they just…disappear?!” Glaring at my stained kitchen floor and the disaster of my house, I continued wallowing.

I sniffed. I whined. I paused. I knew I couldn’t do this anymore. At last, the one drop of hope inside me has dried out. This was not worth it. Was I even hungry anymore? No.

Looking at the back door, I decided on going on a long walk, where I could think of what might’ve been. “I guess it was wishful thinking,” I tried to gaslight myself, but I fail.

It’ll probably take me weeks to get over this, but I muster the courage to start grieving. There’s nothing I can do to solve this, and I shouldn’t spend so much time miserable over it. After all, I can just get it another time. When I come back, I’ll work on cleaning up the mess.

I wipe my tears and slowly opened my door, all while looking down.

Then I looked up.

My eyes saw something, and opened real wide. 

Unbeliavable. Inconceivable. Impossible! 

The thoughts were rushing through my head. I had to rub my eyes multiple times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I stared at the spectacle for what felt like a century.

On my porch…

…was a school of fish…

…which were green with yellow stripes...

…and while levitating…

…they were devouring…

…my cookies.

...Cookie continued?

Wait, it's not over yet. Read further to find out the context!

I hope you enjoyed reading that story. If your wondering how I came up with a concept as ridiculous as this, well..

And then I showed said friend what I wrote, and...

But, I managed to cheer her up by suggesting a possible ending!

I'm not sure if this will be part 2...I kinda want there to be some sort of- woah, no spoilers!

Of course as you can tell I made this in April so I have no idea if I'll continue the Cookie magical fish saga, but if you want to, maybe I will.

Again, thanks for reading!

- ninesevenpotatoes, 2025