Stories tagged “meat”

  • New Shoes

    -I’d like to return this pair. The soles have worn thin really quickly. -Let’s take a look at them. Hmm. You didn’t let them heal, did you? -What? -When the blisters came up; you didn’t give them time to recuperate. -I, er ̵...

    • Author: nomiddlename
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • The Sound Of Silence

    Hello was the beginning; good-bye was always there to end it all. The streets were cold and empty. The cars sit idling in the road way, while rusting away in the eyes of Mother Nature’s course in the world. I sit and listen to the swings blowing in t...

  • Lunch

    “What do you think is in it?” asked Ron, giving the container a cautious prod. “I’m not sure,” said Derrick. His voice cracked, revealing that his bravery was feigned. “Open it and look.” Ron left the container...

    • Author: Fracture
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Uhm... Ficly Beware, I'm back!

    Writing a ficly should be considered an art form. Sort of like mashing potatos, or tenderizing meat. It seems like a lot of uncontrolled beating and smashing. But in effect it takes a real art to get just that particular lump of solid potato, or pound ...

  • I'm here all week (Mature)

    “I’m here all week folks – try the veal!” Jon bowed out to a tired badum-tish! from the cruise liner band, and walked out of the spotlight. He strolled across the show deck, down the stairs, and through the swing doors into the ...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Tyson's Trouble with Meat

    Along with quickly passing time and endless, circular thoughts of the upcoming days, Tyson paced forward and back in the waiting room full of Redbook and Parenthood from days gone by. Her chunky heeled mary janes clicked on the polished concrete floor ...

  • I Eat Meat.

    And I haven’t really questioned that. Don’t get me wrong- I like meat. I knew that animals have to die in order for me to eat meat. And I didn’t think twice. Not until recently. Whatever I am, I am not yet a vegetarian. I eat meat jus...

  • No Bueno (Part 5)

    I reached out and held Megan’s hand. It was cold, clammy and too soft. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Out of the corner of my eye I saw the door to the kitchen swing open. There was something on the counter that coul...