Basically, you start with someone saying, "My Cookie." The person after does something to take the cookie from the person before, and ends with my cookie.

For Example:

1: My cookie.
2: I shoot you,
my cookie.
3: I trip you as you run away,
my cookie.

And So on.

So,

My Cookie.

It is night time. I maneuver very slowly to your window as you type away on your computer, sneaking ever so carefully. The knife in my hands trembles as I knock on the window to get your attention. Curious, you get close enough to my image for me to get mildly nervous, dropping the knife.

But I persevere, punching my bare fist through the window and strangling you with my comically tiny hands. Your struggle and gasping for breath gives me great pleasure, as you drop the cookie in attempt to survive. As your final breath escapes you and your hands drop in surrender, I victoriously reach to the ground and pick the delicious object off of the ground.

My cookie, 'le~!

>>3 lol I love that!

I watch from my hiding place under the bed as you let out a victorious cry, your eyes gleaming with triumph as you pick up the cookie. Stealthily, I creep closer to you, the darkness masking my approach. The light from the computer glints off of the edge of the knife that you had dropped as you broke through the window. Picking it up, I swiftly plunge the knife into your back with a malicious grin, snatching the cookie out of your weakened grasp and escaping through the window. Hehe, my cookie!

I stop in my tracks when I see you jump out of the window. Concerned, I jog over to you, but you point a bloodied knife at me and threaten me with death. I back away slowly, trying not to aggravate you, but you advance with every step back I take.

My breath hitches when the knife touches my throat. I raise my hands to the hilt of the knife, which you are clutching so hard that the veins in your hand pop out. Gently, I try to pry the knife off my throat, but you are too strong. The knife does not budge an inch.

I see the hesitance in your eyes when faced with the prospect of killing an innocent, non-cookie stealer. I was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you know it. You falter, and I take that chance to jerk your wrist forward hard. You stumble a bit, but that is all the opening I need. Your throat is open.

My lips turn up into a small smile. It is over. I elbow the soft flesh between your chin and your neck with all the strength I have. You fall back, and I take the chance to grab the knife out of your hand and slit your throat. Blood spurts out, covering me in it from head to toe. Ah, but none got on the cookie. That was important.

Even in death, you hold on to your prized possession with an iron grip. I drop the knife and wipe your blood on the grass. The cookie was sacred, I could not touch it with hands covered in blood. Carefully, I pried the cookie out of your cold fingers and slipped it into my pocket.

I giggled happily. The cookie is mine now.

For all of my life until now, the cookie has always been the only thing that I care about. It is my passion, my desire, my everything -the last jigsaw to complete me as a person. Yet I could only observe it from afar. It is never mine.

Trace back in time when I first saw the cookie in the bakery store, it was then did I know this meeting had been planned by fate long before I was even born. But it was not mine at that time. A trader on the way to buy his breakfast was standing before me in the waiting line. And of course, as if a part of me had already known it, he grabbed the cookie and put it together with his other inferior snacks. It was an excruciating scene to look at.

I followed right after him with a hope to achieve it somehow. I had even thought of begging him, willing to throw away the last shred of my dignity just to get it. But here he is, just to hurt my feelings, picking up the cookies first, among all other snacks; and slowly, his mouth opened wide. I was prepared for the worst. Prepared that the dearest thing in the world to me would be chewed down that guy's stomach in a blink of an eye. But suddenly, an incident happened that would change the life I had always thought was mine forever. Just an instant before the cookies went into that trader's mouth he was killed by a by-passer. The by-passer then took the cookie and ran away of my sight. It was the first time I encountered with such violence. Shock and dismay as I might have been, my instinct told me immediately to follow the by-passer, follow the cookie.

That was the blood-spashed beginning of my endless journey follow behind the cookie. During such journey, I have seen, with my own eyes, the madness and avarice of humanity. The cookie' s owner is never settled. Once there is a new claimer of the cookie, there is another challenger that would kill for it. The game goes on and on, and I am its sole observer. It has never been my nature to steal away a thing from others. So all I did was to watch the cookie, the most ethereal form of snack, getting passed from hands to hands. My soul was crushed every time the cookie became another person's possession. All but mine. Yet perhaps I was to weak and scared to get out of my comfort zone as an observer and enter the deadly game.

But it all comes down to this night, when I decide to change. The night is dark and dreary. Positioned myself behind the tall tree stood across the current owner of the cookie's house, I look intently at the house. I am just doing the familiar job I have always been doing, observing. And not so surprised, I see a silhouette of a person crawling outside the glass window, planning to get inside. Another challenger for the cookie with murderous intent. Couples of minutes pass by and a figure break out of the window, shatter the glass into pieces like crystal dust. He then runs down the isolated road with hurried steps. Obviously the cookie is inside him. I swiftly follow after, thinking that I have had enough of watching my only need from the distance. This time I will take action. And as he comes to the corner of the street I quicken my foot steps and get nearer to the guy. But an arrival of another person got me halted. It was you.

I slowly back away into the darkness. It is not me this time to do the dirty job. And as I stood there, I get to watch the whole thing that happens. I realize how the cookie could turn an innocent person such as you into a cold-blooded killer. Perhaps I was also stained, like many others, by looking at all those inhumanity revolved around the cookie. Silently, I sneak up behind you, break your neck sideway with my bare hands. A dry crack and your body fall down lifelessly like a log. Shivering in fear caused by the experience of the first time killing a person, I rush through your body just to find the cookie, unharmed. Grinning from ear to ear but with tears rolling in both eyes, I held up the cursed item. The cost is nothing to the satisfaction that it brought. The golden light of street lamps shine from behind, cast a shadow of myself to the rigid ground. It makes me think about the light that I have to relinquish and turn away from just to get this cookie. The light of humanity.

The moment I get the cookie inside my hand, I know that soon enough, someone would come to take it away from me. There is no more time to waste, I hold up the cookie and prepare to shove it in my mouth all at once. With this, the cookie and I can never be separated. We would always be together.

My cookie.

There was murders happening everywhere around my neighbourhood. My little brother got killed too during the chaos, and I wanted vengeance. My poor little brother being dragged in this mess, now his body lies lifelessly in the coffin. I just don't understand why he had to die. They could have killed me instead of him. Why does this have to happen? We just want to live peacefully in a good neighbourhood. And its barely been 2 weeks since we moved here. I just don't understand this. I want revenge yet the killer was already dead. I want to blame someone for my brother's death. I don't care who is it, I just want my revenge.

A few days of investigation, and I got a lead. The thing that causes people to go insane. The thing that causes death. That thing is a cookie.

It was made by a best baker in town, but something happened to him that made a change on his personality.

It was a common tradegy. His wife and his unborned child died in a car crash. After that, he vanished without a trace. Few years later, he came back. Everyone was rejoiced to finally have their beloved baker come back and make fresh in the oven treats. And the best baked treats he made was a cookie. The cookie that was meant to give to his child, when growing up. A snack for his beloved child.

I wonder why he made it again for public. So I investigated further and deeper to the truth.

His trying to revive the dead.

People gone insane because that cursed cookie will kill anyone who owns it. The cookie will never be eaten by any living being. For it holds the souls of the past owner. The cookie will be given to the dead, so the person will revive.

If that is indeed true then I want it myself. I will get that cookie and revive my dead little brother.
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I watched again and again as the owner has been switched to next one to another. I waited for a perfect opputunity to snatch it away. It is now in the hands of a cooki maniac, and his trying to eat it. That idiot has been watching the cookie for a long time. I've noticed him a couple of times but he doesn't seem to have noticed me. That maniac has been only focusing on the cookie in the first place. He doesn't care if the people around him died one after another. But I know the rules. I know what will happen if I take the cookie for myself. Its the human greed and gluttony that have been controlling them. If a person doesn't get possessive towards the cookie, then the person who's holding it won't get killed. Unless the person succumb to the temptation. I don't like sweets anyway, So I think I'll be fine.

I approached him slowly within a few meters away. I then shoot my airgun on his finger, so he will lose hold on the cookie. I'm not planning to kill him but if he doesn't give up, then I have no choice to stop him by force. When the cookie was about to fell down, I then sprinted towards him, I did a body slam and a head butt. He fell unconcious. I grabbed some rope from my back pack. And tied him up in a nearbly pole. I picked up the cookie and finally got it. I can finally save my brother.

My cookie~