Cookie: A Fictional Narrative

Anna awoke to the loud ticking sound of her small brown alarm clock on the desk beside her bed, She sat up slightly and beat the snooze button down with her fist harshly. She groaned as she saw the sunlight shinning through the window above her bed, She rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes and stood up out of the small bed, Walking out to her decorated hallway. It was the middle of december, The time when families scrambled to the mall for the christmas sales, drank hot chocolate, and wore heavy clothing. As Anna walked through the long hall, She heard her mother humming loudly in the small kitchen. She blinked curious and peered into the kitchen to see what her mother was up to. Her mother was sitting at the wooden table, Putting a small

Why are you making that ugly thing?” she asked, walking closer to get a better look.
“Oh!” her mother said, looking up at her daughter and smiling softly. “I found this little house near the closet, i figured why not build it”
Anna sighed in slight annoyance at her, She looked at the small cookies beside the house and felt her eyes widened in slight shock. One cookie was had a very large bite mark in the side of it’s head, the legs were gone and replaced with a ghost like tail and had a small shinny hook on it’s hand. She looked over at the other cookie, it was a normal looking cookie but has rosy cheeks and looked more like a gingerbread woman. Anna sighed and picked up the girl cookie.
“These look strange.” She said, narrowing her eyes at her mother.
Her mother chuckled and took the cookie from her hand “Don't worry Anna!” she said

Anna rubbed her head slightly and looked back the cookie, She sighed as she grabbed a fruit from the small white basket on the counter and went back to her room.

Hours later, it quickly began to snow outside the home. Anna’s mother quickly went to the store before the storm to make sure they had all they needed, Anna moved around on her small bed trying to get a comfortable lighting to read her book. She heard a small laugh from the kitchen and looked up at her closed door, She blinked in confusion and put her book down. She stood and slowly walked to the door, Poking her head out slightly.
“Mom?” she asked aloud. “Are you home?” She said, Walking out of the room more.
When an answer did not come, She shook it off and rubbed her head walking to the kitchen. She opened up the large white fridge slowly and looked inside, Their were many sauces, vegetables and some cokes. But what stander out was the small gingerbread house in the back of the fridge, Anna bit her lip an reached into the fridge to pick at it.
“Sweetness, do you mind getting your dirty hand away from my house?” said a small voice, coming from inside the