Katherine+Sneed

My name is Katherine Sneed and I am a double major in Creative Writing and Digital Film. I am excited about this class!

Here is my story. It is part of a larger piece and has been condensed to be more suitable for a younger reader. I'm not sure what I think about it, or if it even could be for that age. It is pretty rough! Thanks, everyone!

Hey guys! So this is a pretty rough piece for a picture book. So thank you for all of your critiques!

There weren't anymore cookies at the dessert table this Sunday at grandma's house. I begged for my older brother, Jimmie, to save me one. He walked away from the table with two in his hand and one in his mouth.

Jimmie ate all the cookies every week.

Mom and Dad were busy talking to my aunts and uncles, and my stomach was still hungry.

“Mama, I’m still hungry!” I whispered in her ear as I tugged on her polka-dotted scarf. She bent down and said, “Lynnie, there are left-over carrots and green beans on the table in the kitchen.”

I marched to the kitchen with my arms crossed. I wanted cookies. Jimmie ate them all. I pushed my fingers onto the crumbs on the cookie tray and tasted them.

I heard a voice from the corner of the kitchen say, “I think your mother told you to eat the vegetables.” My grandma was smiling.

“What if we made some more cookies together?” She asked cracking an egg into a big red bowl.

I smiled and raced around the table to her. My eyes barely peeked over the edge of the counter even when I was standing on my tippy-toes. She pulled up a chair for me to help her.

I poured in the sugar while she put in the butter and mixed all the ingredients together.

She mixed them so fast, and then let me taste the batter. I dipped my finger in the chocolate and then back to my mouth and smiled.

She said, “Do you want to know a secret, Lynnie?”

I nodded and she said, “You can have the first one!” I felt my face grow warm and I wrapped my arms around my grandma. I never thought I could eat the first cookies!

She put them on a plastic sheet in little scoops and then placed them in the oven.

I watched them in the oven as they grew bigger and the smells were tickling my nose! So sweet and tasty!

The timer went off and grandma pulled them out of the oven to cool. As soon as they cooled, grandma and I made a picnic of cookies in the kitchen.

We had a basket and checkered tablecloth. My mom came in to see what we were doing. I gave her a cookie. She smiled and sat with us.

Then my dad and aunts and uncles came in and they ate a cookie. They all loved our cookies. They told me that I had worked so hard and that they were delicious.

Jimmie came in the room and saw there was one cookie left. He stood behind our family so I couldn’t see him.

I picked up the last cookie and brought it to him. He broke the cookie in half and gave me part of his.

He said, “Here, Lynnie. I save you a piece.”

We both smiled and ate our cookies together. Grandma was smiling, too.