StoryTree
you are here

Rise of the Sourdough

comedyEveryone
5 contributors · 3 paragraphs deep

Nadia decided the bravest thing was to answer. She grabbed a pen, wrote "WHAT ABOUT THE THERMOSTAT?" on a sticky note, and pressed it to the jar. Then she stood back and waited, arms crossed, feeling ridiculous. A bubble rose to the top of Gerald and popped, like a tiny throat clearing.

Nadia tried a test. "If you're really alive," she whispered, "spell my name." She waited. The flour dust on the counter began to shift on its own, pushed by nothing, until it spelled N-A-D-I-A, then drew a little heart. She sat down hard on the kitchen floor. "Oh no," she said. "I love you."

↔ version 2 of 3 of this paragraph — hover its sides to flip. The card below is what happens next.

What happens next?

2 ways forward
Vote share across the top 2 branches
A possible continuation

Touched, Nadia made a deal. She bought Gerald a tiny heated mat and a nicer jar with a window. In return, Gerald became the best roommate ever, rising the bread, warming the kitchen, and leaving sweet flour notes like HAVE A GOOD DAY. They lived happily, one woman and one cozy, opinionated blob.

IF
Inés Ferro
10 votes · future 1 of 2