Ever so Slightly escalated

Alright, so i'm not sure if this is a thing, or if i'm making it up out of bordome.

Here's the deal, i'm going to post a normal situation, and every concecutive post afterwards needs to ever so slightly escalate the situation.)

Examples of how NOT to do this

Toast, I thought i'll make toast.
I pulled a butter knife out of the kitchen drawer.

Wrong example;

I knew it wouldn't be enough to defend myself from the swat team that suddenly burst through my door and windows!

Right example;

Only there were no butter knives, i was going to have to use a spoon.
Things were about to get messy.

 

Good idea to advertise your book, but of course now your avatar does not cover up your real name any more, R.M.
I will take your statement under that (about correcting you), if you really wish: you are posting with lots of typos or mistakes, I am not sure what they are. To list a few: should be boredom (not bordome), consecutive (not concecutive), I (not i) for first person (I suppose that is from texting), "example" followed by a colon, not a semicolon , comma after "thought" etc. I understand that you are writing quickly, but you might scare potential contributors away like this.

Now, I am assuming that your beginning example is
Toast, I thought, I'll make toast.
I pulled a butter knife out of the kitchen drawer.
Curious, I thought. There seems to be a bit of blood on it. I don't remember cutting myself.

 

I turned the faucet to rinse the knife. The water was slightly red.

 

I froze, the water drowning out the sounds of the t.v. in the other room.

 

I tilted my head in confusion, wondering if I had taken my risperdone today, and quickly turned the water off and back on in shock.

 

Then I remembered. Shit, I didn't take the pill. I went over to my draw, only to find the medicine box empty. I forgot to turn the water off.

 

So I turned the water off. Then back on. Then I went to my other medicine box and that was empty, too.

 

There's one last place I could've put it, I thought, and I opened the drawer beneath the sink just to find a buttered bagel.

 

But no! Behind the bagel! Was that... a severed...?

 

"that's revolting" i thought as i brushed aside the fingernail and took the bagel to the trashcan...

 

As I lifted the bagel out of the trashcan I discovered the rest of the severed hand (that belonged to the fingernail) holding on to the other end it (the bagel).

 

well, that turned into some Evil dead stuff pretty fast!

 

Next thing I knew, the carpet beneath my feet was having my dinner from last night being thrown upon it.

 

At least, it should have been my dinner, but what the hell was that, right there in the middle of the mess?

 

"Will you please come to bed?" asked my client.