Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

I spend most of my days sitting on a shelf. I watch as humans take my kind and throw them recklessly into plastic, hollow boxes with wheels. Sometimes, they carry smaller hollow boxes by hand. I wonder when I will get picked? I wonder what happens to my kind when the humans take them. I live on the candy aisle, where human children love to stay while the adult females drag them away. This is the point where the human child starts to turn red and a clear liquid leaks from their eyes. In my experience, they almost always make loud noises. I do not understand how I got here, really. One day, I was a pleasant, brown, sweet-smelling  liquid in a vast factory. The next moment, I was squirted out from a machine, molded, and chilled. I was then put into a box.
The next moment, I turned up here. I watch other candies get taken home every day. I do not know their names, but I believe my kind is refered to as "Chocolate" in human tounge. There are also things called "Suckers" and "Gummies". I have never been outside of my aisle before, though I've heard grand stories about good smelling "fruits" and such a thing as "tacos". I believe that "tacos" must be very popular with humans, because of how often I see the word on a box in a hollow thing with wheels. Wait.. what was that? I hear a human child. 
Oh, my goodness. I am being picked! Oh, no.
At least I am not a "taco".