Evil Cravings *PLEASE, I NEED ADVICE!!**

Hello. I wrote something and woud like to get feeback from it. I couldn't think of how to end it, so the ending isn't very exciting. Please let me know what you think and possibly help me with the conclusion. Let me know what I need to improve upon to make my writing better. I'd appreciate it a lot! thanks! If you e-mailed me it would be best, but replying to this is also great. (my e-mail: [email protected])


Evil Cravings


Television was never really my thing. As hard as I tried to join the boob tube club, I just couldn't understand how these shows got people so addicted. I surfed the channels eager to find the treasure everyone else had seemed to uncovered, but all I could find were things I might have nightmares about. I turned to channel six second guessing my whole theory on television, but it only further proved my previous observations. There I saw about four people guzzle down what looked like a pale snake that had been soaked in some sort of disgusting liquid; but as I watched a little more, I realized this was no snake, it was worse: a cow's intestines. I cringed at the very thought of consuming such a treat and quickly changed the channel. But not matter how many numbers I pressed, all of them led me to dissatisfaction except for just one. In my mind, this one channel was strictly forbidden, but once I stumbled upon it there was no stopping the cravings that took place. My eyes remained open for minutes captivated by the chocolate mousse pie on the screen. I shook my head and scolded myself for being so mesmerized by the sight of food. My stomach decided to mumble a few words, I tried so hard to ignore its request, but I wanted to listen so badly. My never-ending quest for the perfect diet had always seem to fail, so I figured I'd take a break from all the torture and indulge myself in a delectable chocolate or two.
My eyes circled the cluttered apartment I called home. Various papers were spread on top of countertops and week old dishes were left in the sink begging to be bathed. My brain forced my lazy self out of the chair and I dragged myself over to the pantry, probably one of the emptiest things I owned. I looked inside praying to find some cookies, a Twinkie, a Hershey's kiss even, but of course nothing even came close to any of those things. I sighed, and then sighed again just incase God didn't hear me the first time and would now have pity for me; but of course my pouting didn't work, not that I was very surprised.
I stood there for a moment trying to figure out what came next. I had a feeling I had somewhere to go, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to grab the next piece of cake I saw and shove it down my throat. I turned my head as I saw the time from the corner of my eye. Just then I figured out where exactly I needed to be: at work! My feet instantly began to move and before I knew it, I was on the road. Red lights didn't seem to stop me, and luckily the cops didn't either. My car slid into the Denny's parking lot as I chose the first spot I saw. I made it in five minutes, but it didn't matter, I was still late. I spotted my manager inside and figured there'd be no way to get past him. Just as the thought came into my head, I remembered the back door was sometimes left unlocked. I crept to dark alley behind the building as I searched for the unmarked door. My hand went to turn the knob, but just like the rest of my morning, I was unlucky.
Next to the door was a fairly large window with some sort of a handle attached to it. An idea formed inside my head and I reached up to see if the handle would budge. I pressed it down and the window slowly propped open. It seemed pretty dark inside and I couldn't think for the life of me what room this window led to. I jumped inside feeling around for a switch or a string to maybe get a little light. Instead I found a flashlight and turned it on only to find myself in the storage room. Hundreds of pies and cakes smiled back at me and my stomach spoke the same words to me as I heard earlier. I couldn't hold the temptation back any longer and grabbed the piece of peanut butter pie lying in front of me. The end began to fall off as I caught it in my hand and immediately shoved it in my mouth. The door knob started to twist and turn and I heard distant voices getting closer and closer. I threw the pie back onto the shelf trying to hide the evidence. Mike, my manager opened the door suspiciously examining me.
"What are you doing in here?!" He said.
"Oh, I was just getting some desserts; we were running a little low."
"Okay, but hurry up, it's getting pretty busy out here!"
"Oh…sure…of course!" I said back.
Mike quickly exited and I followed not far behind. I usually waited tables, but today I had to run the register, and I wasn't too pleased with the thought of that. I slowly moved to the cash register zoning out to the oldies music playing in the background. It wasn't as busy as Mike made it out to be; in fact it was pretty dead. I didn't get that many customers, so I stared at all the people eating the food I was only dreaming about eating. Most of the tables contained young teenagers who most likely just got off of school. A few people were celebrating their birthday (or at least told us they were) so a cake was brought out to them for the occasion.
I was beginning to get bored with all the usual events that took place in this restaurant and closed my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened them again I spotted one of the waiters drop off dessert at table five and I tried to make out what exactly they ordered. The two girls sitting down began to giggle and I was instantly curious about what was so entertaining to them. The girls began to laugh harder by the second until it came to the point that tears were flowing from their eyes. I changed my focused from them, to what lay on their table and noticed the peanut butter pie I grabbed earlier in the storage room. My mouth opened wide; I couldn't believe that out of all the pies we had, the waiter just had to pick the exact pie I irresistibly tried to eat.
I panicked. What if they told the waiter? And then the waiter told my manager? I had been IN the storage room not too long ago; he would surely know it was me who ate the pie! Maybe I'll just bribe them. If they don't mention the half-eaten pie, I'll pay for their dinner. No, that won't work. Maybe they didn't even notice. One of them probably told a really funny joke. Yes, that's right, a joke.
So many thoughts flashed inside my mind, but all I could do was stare. The waiter went past their table several times, but never did either one of them stop him. The rest of the pie was finished off and the girls came up to pay. Sweat ran down my face as I took the bill from their hands and punched in the numbers.
"So, did you enjoy your lunch?" I whispered.
The girls smiled at me and one of them answered.
"Oh yes, everything was perfect."
They both looked at each other trying not to laugh and then handed the money over to me.
"Have a good day." I said as they walked away.
I watched them walk out the door and wondered if they knew what happened to the rest of the pie they ordered, or if they even noticed it at all. Who would have thought that all of this happened just because of my cravings for a stupid cake on the food channel? I guess I was right, television is evil.