ANTHROPOMORPHISM:
Non-human things that behave as if they are human
Choose an object from the kitchen:
then write in the first person (write using "I" )
from the point of view of that object.
EXAMPLE
I wait, in dark, wanting to laugh, but quiet. You will find me. You won’t want to, but you’re drawn to me; to the bait. And when you find me… I will kill you. Before you realize your mistake, before you pull away, between heartbeats even as close as yours, I will come down with a speed and a force unlike anything you’ve ever known… and I will try to break you in half.
… And when your cold, lifeless body has been disposed of… They’ll add a bit more cheese… and I’ll call to your friends... They’ll die too.
Write your entries for this challenge in the comments below...
remember to write your first name and Room number.
George P Rm 21
ReplyDeleteYou are sitting in a packet with your useless friends. You will cry as you get picked off one by one. I will screw your useless body. I will wait for you. You will burn. I will turn you to crust and pluck you with my metal stingers. You will scream and blow streaming heat out of your useless body. I will watch you go black and turn to ash. You will suffer. You don’t want to come but you will have to. I will shoot you out of the burning stingers and watch you getting torn apart. I will laugh at you, watch you get ripped apart and getting chewed on. You will come to me. You will get thrown into me. I will burn you. I will burn you all!!
I sit in the fridge waiting for someone to take me. Yesterday I lost two of my friends Minty and Bubble, my good mates gone eaten. The door open a hand reaches out, "I'll take that one" said a voice. The hand come my way and picks up Cherry and takes her a way to the unknown a place were no one wants to go but they have no chose. I hear some people say what I'm in is like life because you never known what your going to get something good or something bad.Soon it will be my turn to go the the unknown never to return the fridge my home.
ReplyDeleteZachary W Rm22
I get used often by tired parents on weekdays needing a good strong drink to make their senses kick in faster. I brag about my common usage to all of the other kitchen utensils and I am an idol to young coffee cups and saucers everywhere. All of those silly humans would walk around like zombies everyday without me. I choose their fate. I can break when I want to and watch the result like it is a new release in the movies. I can be good and be treated like kitchen royalty. I am king of the kitchen.
ReplyDeleteEveryday my nightmare occurs. As the threatening knife comes falling down my friends and I, we hope that we may be lucky. The one thing that's worse than actually getting chopped is being under it. I get all the side effects and the last splatters of my friends on my innocent body. Some of the foods hate me as I am accused as half of the murder. But no one will understand that I cant just role away. No one else knows the pain all the cuts into me as well. I am covered in scratches , grooves and cuts. I hope you don't go through the same life as me.
ReplyDeleteChopping board
Emily Shepherd room 10
For most of the day I sit around doing nothing, minding my own business and having the odd catch up with the fridge. Unfortunately when it's dinner time I get plates and all sorts of dirty disgusting things chunked into me. Not only that I get cleaning products forced down my throat, yet the best part this process is when the hot water kicks in and it's like a big bubble bath. The final product is squeaky cleaned dishes and a nice clean body, until the next meal time...
ReplyDeleteNicholas Fisher Rm14 not kali,gemma,zahia
All good things come to those who wait. The brilliant moment that our terror will be unleashed upon you. You will try your best to stand strong, put up all your gristle but you will be fighting a losing battle. We will clash our shining steel against the stabbers, and tear you apart, piece by piece. Our joy will be reflected around the room as your blood seeps out and forms a pool around you. Your pearly bones will be tossed into the bucket of glory underneath the great table of honour.
ReplyDeleteWe will sing of victory while cleansing our bodies of all evidence. The message ring out into the open, loud and clear...
'We are the Slicing Terrors, and we are coming for you next...'
I lay in the freezer, the cold air surrounds me. I'm frosty but extremely popular with everyone. Every time I'm taken out of the freezer a cold metal scooper comes in and takes part of me away. Soon I'm put back to where I came from and don't come out for a long period of time. If I'm left in the sun I melt, but the winter wonderland is where I can live until I'm all gone. I come in all different colours and flavours, I'm also loaded with carbs of sugar - I will go directly to your arms, thighs and tummy! I can make you quite large and round like a beach ball if you eat me all the time.
ReplyDeleteBy: Joshua Hunter RM: 22
I sit in the fridge already sliced up, as if that didnt hurt enough.
ReplyDeleteevery day 2 of my friends are taken. bob and i are the last waiting to be taken.
The fridge door opens.
The packet that i'm in gets opened i scream even though only bob can hear me.
Horrible sticky stuff get put on to us then we are being eaten.
Ethan Harris Rm 22
I wanted a mission. I wanted success. Not the nicest chopping board or the crunch of damp, sliced celery could compare to what I felt last night.
ReplyDeleteThe moonlight had just slid silently through the drawn curtains, easily showing the first signs of winter snow. Out of the swaying trees, a dampered low light beam arises from the window. I heard a click,the windows unhooked and someone was climbing through. I felt a small sense of adventure. Combined excitement with fear, I had no thoughts to speak of. Even in the dark, I could tell they had no exposed features to talk for. He was flicking the torch through the kitchen corners and curves, sending off the urge to run and jump. Then he fell upon my knife block, where I sat taller than all the others and showed a strong, willing posture. I let him take me. We left together, without any others, keeping to the darkening shadows. The street is a place I have never explored, how could I have? The orange street lights made it more eerie and chilling. This was in my zone. We turned a corner, still stealth like and keeping our footsteps silent. We turned a corner into a poor-looking bungalow, slightly off putting in a way. But it was better than anything I ever felt. A great, swooping feeling carried us in. You'll never know what thrill it gave me.
Rm 13, Zoe Allen
I am constantly burned, time after time sizzled. Filled with veggies. Treated like dirt, but never before have I had to withstand the horrid stench of boiling eggs. Until now, if I had a mouth not only would that foul egg be coming out, there would be more, and it wouldn't be pleasant. If I could move the humans would be on this nightmare too.
ReplyDeleteBy Aaron Keegan Rm 1.
Serah W
ReplyDeleteRoom 13
Dishwashing Brush
The bench is my heaven. I love it so much. The warmth of the strong sun fills my soul during the day. There’s no need for a heater where I am. Except every time when I think it turns night I am a slave to a rowdy group. My ears so shock absorbent, the small talk of the kitchen all too much for me. Hot lava crashes down into the pit of torture, why am I punished for nothing I ever did? The escape blocked, not that I’d be able to fit through there anyway. This yellow gunge comes down and I feel a chemical burning in my hair but my voice of complaint too quiet to hear. This hand so big it mangles me the whole time, breathing is not a right but simply a privilege. They force me to lick food remnants off filthy plates and saliva covered cutlery, if I was to swallow too much more I might become sick. Well at least, that was how my other friends died, one even went bald from the awful gunge that these serial killers think is alright to pour endlessly. I just hope these pesky humans will soon turn to my mechanic friend that is never given any attention.
I am currently in complete agony. I am sitting on the burning hot fire. The liquid inside me is way hotter than it has ever been before. I can here the annoying Oliver partying in the background with the worst music ever known to man. I can just see the picture forming inside my head that Oliver leaves me on the burning fire forever and I get blown apart into a sqillion pieces. My nerves are telling me too hot, way too hot. The one thing I forgot about is the emergency whistle only for emergencies like now. Breeeeeet it goes off. About time!! And I hear doors bashing and slamming and also Oliver's terrible cursing. He runs to fetch me then he lifts me off the fire. Instant relief as the pain slowly goes away. But I will still be scared for life thanks to the cursed Oliver Pratt. Then he pours the whole lot into a tea cup. Then I heal slowly.
ReplyDeleteBy Oliver Rm 2
Morgan Smart
ReplyDeleteroom 1
Dish cloth
I am treated like dirt,forcing me to lick up your split messes.I have a shower then a nap.You wake me up conastly from my nap just to lick up you’re mess. I hate it.The same routine happens over, and over again.You begin to dispies me and hate touching me.Then you have to pick me up. You gather everyone up and then drop us into a dark cylinder.
Everyone is screaming but you and I have done this before. Bang the lid shuts,Beep,Wossh,You push a button and you start to drown me.But don’t worry,I’ll be back for another day.
ReplyDeleteI stand here waiting, for my next victim. When you come to stay with me there's no escape ,unless by a weird hand looking thing. By now it’s too late you are already frozen, Sometimes only sometimes you stay alive but that is very rare. If you get forgotten you are done for, you have no chance to escape you are trapped for life. Ice surrounding you. Cold to touch, cold to stay, heater’s don’t exist here.
YOU EITHER LIVE OR DIE!
Monica Room 15
I am hidden. You never see me. I am locked away in the darkness. In a cupboard under the sink. If you take me out, then you always say "Oh, what a dirty pot" I wouldn't be dirty if you WASHED me every now and again. I just sit in the dark, getting dusty and dirty. I am a huge, bloated pot, so I am only used for big dishes. What a life.
ReplyDeleteIsabelle Rm 19
I am useless. Always dirty, even though I have a scalding bubble bath every day. But you don't just give me a bath. You use me to wipe up your dirty dishes. You also use me to wipe up the bench. Then you fling me against the window in a temper when you just can't wipe off a little piece of food. I sink to the floor and stay there until you pick me up again and use me again and again and again. What a life.
ReplyDeleteIsabelle Rm19
I am best taken cold and enjoyed on sunny days. I come imprisoned in shiny plastic and too many scoops of me will result in unwanted trips to the dentist. I am often enjoyed by small children and go well with any kind of baking and treats. I can be taken in a cone or in a cup and are very popular by the beach. I come in various flavors ranging from Boysenberry Ripple to Cookies and Cream.
ReplyDeleteAs I wait for life to end, just like all other foods of the FRIDGE. I am needed by all people, though don't make more of me with the 'tap', as I could turn on you one day and decide to poison the entire household. I am known as the bully of the FRIDGE. the FRIGDE means freaking reusable international durable excess (supplies).
ReplyDeleteSam Room 15
As I wait for life to end, just like all other foods of the FRIDGE. I am needed by all people, though don't make more of me with the 'tap', as I could turn on you one day and decide to poison the entire household. I am known as the bully of the FRIDGE. the FRIGDE means freaking reusable international durable excess (supplies).
ReplyDeleteSam Room 15
I'm in your fridge waiting for a victim come in your doomed its icy its cold your chances of survival are rare unless your the chosen one Either died from me shreding and munching or die from the cold you choose!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteJaden Room 15
I'm in your fridge waiting for a victim come in your doomed its icy its cold your chances of survival are rare unless your the chosen one Either died from me shreding and munching or die from the cold you choose!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteJaden Room 15