"Write from the point of view of a spoon inside a dishwasher." (From http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/)
"Ouch! Hey, that was not cool! How would you like it if I shoved you face-down into a crowded little box up?" I shouted, wishing I could move around. Of course, no one heard me over the clatter of the other dishes. In only a few moments, I was joined by two others, also muttering about our predicament.
"This is gross," came a voice from beside me.
"Definitely," I agreed. The stench of garlic was overwhelming, and it was mixed with the ever-delicious aroma of spoiled milk. "Every day this happens," I muttered, trying not to breathe. I had hoped that, maybe, tonight would be different, but alas, it was not to be.
The scent of soap was suddenly in the air, briefly overriding the food smells that were around me. With no other notice, I felt myself being moved sideways. As I watched the light fade, I could hear a door close and a latch click. A slight grinding noise echoed in the dark, and then it began...
From beneath, I was hit with one jet of water, then another, and another. A whirling wand flew below me, completely drenching me. Moments later, the lather began. Over and over, I was showered in soapy suds. My cries fell on deaf ears, as everyone around me endured the same fate. It seemed to last forever, but at last the soap stopped pouring. That was not the end, though. The wand paused, and I nearly trembled, anticipating what was to come. The wand began spinning again, with scalding hot water streaming out. Again and again, I was soaked through, the water pouring off of me as quickly as it rained both up and down on me. With another click, the water stopped and the wand spun to a stop. Beneath me, I could see the coil start to quiver as the electricity raced into it. Within moments, it began to glow red hot. My companions and I cried out as we burned in the heat, but still, no one heeded our sounds. Hotter and hotter we grew, the water evaporating from our surfaces. Just when I thought I could stand it no longer, the coil clicked, and began to lose it's glow. Very, very slowly, the heat began to dissipate. At long last, the door opened once more.
A hand reached in and pulled me from my box. I sighed in relief as I was finally deposited back into the drawer. I absolutely hate that dishwasher.
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