Picture this: it’s 1 a.m., my fiancé and I are burritoed in bed under separate blankets like emotionally distant raccoons. I, in my infinite chaos, decide this is the PERFECT time to read him a “short bedtime story.” Important context: this man does NOT read splatterpunk and he has a deep, spiritual hatred for eggs. All eggs. Sunny side. Scrambled. Satan’s oval food. Enter this absolute menace of a novella. Eight. Pages. That’s it. Eight pages of pure uncut “what the fuck did I just read.” Sister comes to visit her brother. Brother is meal-prepping like a responsible adult. Sister, this absolute goblin of a human, eats his last two eggs. Or so she thinks. Those eggs? Yeah. They’re the last thing she’ll ever eat. The escalation is unholy. Blink-and-you-miss-it pacing. Zero chill. Straight from “oops I ate your eggs” to “guess I’ll die.” And honestly? I respect it. If someone touched my last gluten-free items I, too, might see red and choose violence. This book is feral. It’s stupid. It’s grotesque. It’s hilarious. It’s an unhinged little egg-fueled fever dream and I loved every cursed second of it. Moral of the story: don’t eat other people’s food. Especially eggs. You vile motherfucker. 🥚
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This is only 8 pages and it's 8 pages of WTF. I don't know if I should be laughing or running for the hills but I would like to know what is going on in Rob Nelson's mind!!! 5 stars for this absolutely batshit crazy read.
There’s something unsettling about a story that starts with something as ordinary as eggs and then quietly spirals into something far more chaotic. Scrambled Eggs takes a deceptively simple premise and twists it into a narrative that feels equal parts absurd, tense, and oddly relatable. Rob Nelson leans into discomfort in a way that sneaks up on you. What begins as frustration slowly morphs into something heavier, more psychological, and at times even darkly humorous. It’s that balance that makes the book stand out you’re not just reading about a situation, you’re watching a mind unravel (or maybe sharpen?) under pressure.The audiobook experience, brought to life by Jason Rowe, adds another layer. His delivery captures the tone shifts perfectly subtle when it needs to be, intense when it matters most. It makes the story feel immediate, like you’re right there inside the chaos. This isn’t your typical narrative. It’s weird. It’s sharp. It lingers longer than you expect.
This book, if you can call it that, is exactly what it promises: scrambled eggs. At only 8 pages, this was quick, simple, and gone before you can even find the salt. I blinked and it was over. Took me literally five minutes to read — which, honestly, is about how long it takes to make actual scrambled eggs.
Was it bad? No. Was it life-changing? Also no. It was a fun little bite-sized read, but I wanted more on my plate. Give me some toast. Some bacon. Something.
Three stars because I enjoyed it… but I’m still hungry.
Yeah... that was beyond what i was expecting. 10 out of 10 i dont recommend these eggs. First off bravo to jason rowe with another awesome narration! he made the words come off the pages and into my ears like a symphony at the opera. Second i want to say Rob Nelson who hurt you lol must been a sister but all joking aside. This was a dark little tale of why you dont mess with someone's eggs one to many times. Well i am going to go shower and cry in the corner.... and i am going tell everyone to give this a listen you wouldnt regret it
Seeing this was 8 pages, I tried to come in without expectations. That, by far, is the way to do it. What I read was not quite on my list of expectations.
It was actually a lot better than I expected and a fun little story before lunch. Thankfully, I'm not having eggs.