Popcorn (a kind of inanimate object prompt)

So this is in response to Yuliya failing to capture the essence of popcorn....
And I am sorry for not writing enough. Solution? Challenge me. Give me prompts. I will write prompts if you give them to me.

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Popcorn

You start small, one kernel among many. Dumped unceremoniously into the Great Tin Pot, you begin to feel the heat. Others around you twitch and jump uncontrollably as the pot shakes. You feel yourself straining at the edges. Becoming bloated. Quivering. Convulsing, until POP you burst at the seams and join your compatriots cavorting around the small enclosure. And it becomes smaller still, as others burst at the seams. Smaller, cosier, suffocating, slowly more and more claustrophobic as your peers press upon you, forcing you to the bottom of the heap where you sit, helpless, soaking in salty yellow liquid and you don’t even want to KNOW what’s in it, but it coats you; and then gradually you feel yourself moving upwards, carried along by the tide of your contemporaries and wait! Is that light? The lid gives way, forced open by the wave of white, and you spill over the side, falling far down to a soft landing. Again, surrounded by others like you. How long will this go on? You’re engulfed once more as another waterfall floods this only marginally larger space, gushing down from the Pot above you. Surrounded. No light. Little air, not that you need any. Constant movement, pushed this way and that, until suddenly the movement is continuous, unidirectional, and you feel a cold metal surface beneath you. You fall, again, into yet another small space. Smothered again. A warm liquid drips through those piled above you, soaking into your skin and making you limp at the edges. Movement, again – up, down, sideways, shake-shake-shake… never ending. And then – your last pilgrimage. Soft pink fingers pick you from the bunch. Finally! Alone. No longer stifled by the presence of others, free to be yourself– a wet fleshy mass touches your extremities. What fresh hell is this. The great muscley tip carries you away from the fresh, freeing air into a tepid cavern. You spy fragments of your compatriots lodged on white enamel, and there’s just time to register disgust when– crunch.

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PS, I wrote this in maybe 20 minutes, before and after going to karate, and it is not revised. I wanted to get it up here.

Mmm. I can feel the chaos.
Cavorting. Great diction.
Bloated. Convulsing -- grotesque, but really effective imagery.
EEEW. Salty yellow liquid... >.>
LOL "what fresh hell is this".
Tepid. MOAR ORGASMIC DICTION.
Wheeee.
I LOVE THE ENDING. Crunch. Fitting. Comic, but still gruesome...

I wanted to get it up here
Oh you did, didn't you?

Sorry. >.>

You said sex first.

Pfffffftahahahahaha. Angela.

SEXSEXSEXSEXSEX. Let's just get it out of our systems so we can have rational conversations...

erm. >.>

And yes, diction is love, and my thesaurus is my best friend

But not sure I'll ever be able to look at popcorn the same again. >.<

Why would you want rational conversations when this is so fun?
ANGELA, WOW! I'll leave it at that. And you don't need to know I'm wiping tears out of my eyes.

Katie = AWESOME.
I feel smitten, destroyed, crushed by your brilliance.
LOVED the tie-ins of alliteration amidst the chaos. Brilliant.

And I meant smitten.

And I love your diction within this.
I feel shamed at not knowing the full process of a popcorn's journey.

I tried :] and thank you. This was more what I had in mind. (Hence why I should probably have written it in the first place? Instead of asking others to write it for me.)
Also, I actually have discovered that I really like alliteration.... So I actually almost made an effort to put it in.

And Yuliya - my thoughts exactly re. Angela. I laughed. So much. But I wasn't aware we were capable of this much (and especially of this kind) irrational thought. (Well. I knew I was.)
But you're brilliant too

(What can I say, I love popcorn.

Although as I mentioned it may be an awkward relationship from hereon in, thanks to you two.)

heeheehee

you Luuuuve popcorn.

Sorry. It's late, I'm sick (it's March break, so my body went down as usual), and I swear Angela started it, and I'm still laughing.

Wait... what was so funny?

Also: I think we're all normal deep down. We just like to hide it beneath layers of ludicrousy. =D

Yuliya, what kind of tears? Joy? Shame? Horror?

I actually don't like popcorn that much.
I like sex though.

Original post on this thread, lines 10 and 11.

Haha. It is late. But I can't tear myself away from the forum, because this is tooooo entertaining.

And feel better soon please? I know what it's like to crash because you have "time off". It's not fun.

Angela. You're funny.
(Funny lookin'!!)

Lateness is not good for me >.>

I like popcorn But sex is probably better. Less salty

I can't speak for everyone, but all the voices in MY head are protesting strongly against the 'we're all normal deep inside' proposition.



Tears of laughter.

I've had popcorn at maybe 10% of my movie-goings, and at no time outside of watching a movie. I don't like it. So I thought it'd be fun to write about it as if I did. And maybe I overdid that a SHADE. hee hee. But this maks me see it in a whole new way.
And I second Angela's last 2 lines.
And Katie's last.

You're like the voices in my head, telling me what I think, but you're REAL!!!

Ahhhh but you see, the key point you are missing is that being not normal is in fact normal, and thus we are all normal.

I've had popcorn at perhaps 95% of my movie-going ventures. And frequently enough outside of watching movies to make up for the missing 5%. Since we're doing percentages.

Don't you love it when the voices in your head come to life and speak to you through your computer?!
I know I am

HEY, the voices inside my head take great offence. They are not mere mongrels, coming to life only within weird forum threads. They are leading their own happy lives thank you very much, and one of them is wearing a tux and searching for popcorn.

Hey, at least on the date, you don't have to waste money at a restaurant.

:[ *self-confidence takes a nose dive*
reallyyy.... you think so....?

Mm. Better for health. Unless you get an STD, in which case sodium is probably a safer alternative.

Good. Good tears then.
LOL. I like your last line.

AND HOLY SHIT WE'RE ANALYZING THE LITERARY MERIT OF OUR REAL CONVERSATIONS GUYS. TOO. MUCH.

I always thought the voices in my head would belong to prettier people. JOKING.

Depends on how manly your date is. Equal rights is really screwing gallantry up.

I avoid popcorn at movies. I always get something else.

Is it because you have commitment issues, or just find it generally unattractive?

Ummm. What date are we talking about? I am in the dark.
I want a date. With popcorn. AND tuxedoes. And popcorn wearing tuxedoes? I think that would satisfy allll my needs.

And also why did your self-confidence nose-dive. Was it something I said? :'(

And contrary to the both of you, I am quite pleased with these manifestations of the voices in my head. Usually they are just angrier and dirtier-minded versions of myself.

STDs are bad. But we all know the solution

And witty witty Yuliya. Quick on the draw, there.

Popcorn?
What?
Commitment issues? How do you know about those?
;]

>.> Intellectually, I'm probably the slowest one here.

Oh. Funny looking.

That would taste icky though. Tuxedos... liquorice. Eew. Butter and popcorn and licorice? I can't spell. fuuuuck.

So. Confused.

Where did the liquorice come from?!
(I dislike liquorice. And that is how you spell it, I checked.)

Oh. Tuxedo colors = black and white liquorice.

I think the nose-dive was due to the normalcy/subnormalcy issues

And why thank you, Katie, you are very kind.

We've made popcorn sound so attractive. Now all my voices have donned tuxedoes and got themselves torpedoes and say 'you gotta read those'. And MY! you are all weird (see what I did there?)

No. Not really.

Anyways. I'm calling it a day.

TOO ADDICTING.

NIGHT you two.

I will be back tomorrow.

Oh. Don't worry Angela. You are very normal.
:B

I know, I know, I'm so lovely (What did I do?)

No. I do not see what you did there.

Darn it all. I need to go sleep.
I'm sorry. I must leave you. it is tragic, I know. Continue sexy popcorn&liquorice conversations without me so that I might read them when I arise.

liquorice?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh.

I'm the slowest at typing, which proves a problem.

Commitment issues to popcorn = not fun. Especially inside a black hole.

NOOOO! You two must READ other link.

A goodnight present to both.

Ahhh well. I'm all alone. I can entertain myself. And there's always popcorn.

Oh, why not:
LOLSEXSEXSEXSEXLOL.

I'm going, too. I need the rest more than either of you.