The darkness engulfed me as the burlap bag

The darkness engulfed me as the burlap bag swallowed me whole. A scream died in my throat and I tried in vain to rip the bag, but it was no use.

There was a thud as I hit the ground. "What is it" a voice speaks. "Dinner" another says. "Prepare the pot" The first says again.

My mind raced through pop culture and classical literature to formulate an escape. As water came to a boil and spices permeated the air, I settled on making myself unappetizing, a

a eel came up from the water to snape me back to the reality. "Thinking of different varieties of culture isn't going to help," I realized- The water's at a boil, too late

The boiling water snapped the cord holding the rock above the detonate button and suddenly, the planet blew to pieces.

Still I wasn't dead, despite the trillions I just killed. Pieces of earth floated on by and I screamed, "Why can't I die?" That is when God showed up.

"You seem to have forgotten who you are o' fallen Star. So now ripen like a great red fruit and destroy the worlds I made."I felt the fire's in my core damp and then I bloated

, started bursting bright colors & tumbled towards the worlds The Creator wished obliterated. Puny 2-legs smiled at me & wished for the "star" to end their miseries. O how I would!

to kill them would be to kill the no-leggeds. At what point does one stop caring? Kill them all I say... kill them all.