100 Word Challenge - Jacob
The acidic vinegar cascades down my throat. It was too sharp. I quickly flick through the old yellow pages. I finally find it - withered black writing about vinegar. I swiftly bolt to the kitchen with the brown book in my hands. I brutally yank the drawers open with great strength, like a bull. I grab the silver pots and pans out with a broad, shiny smile plastered on my face. I go to the fridge and start taking the ingredients. I mix the thick, dense liquid as slowly as a sloth. I grab the pot and dash toward the judges.