Story Time in the Time Machine
The following is a literation I did probably sometime during high school but the paper is undated. I'm going through a stack of old hand-written short stories and the like and making them digital so I can stop hoarding random bits of paper. Anyway here goes.
The rotten dissolve of castrated flesh churned my gullet with disguist. Deep swallows of miserable slaughter summoned up from a zombie's brain then painted, drenched, soaked with all the condiments I could muster nothing disguised its putrid waste. Surely it would have grown legs or even the greenest foilage if left alone to sit in the dark rather than dragged out of harmless slumber into the doom of hungry mouths. Nipping, biting, tearing fangs gouging its dispicable body. No one pause a moment to consider the thing, who could care of such a horrid meat. Its one ignoble purpose, to die in vain at persuading its killer it was far too nasty and boyond all edible sense of the word food... yet nothing sways the ravishing beasts of children in the school lunch hour.
The rotten dissolve of castrated flesh churned my gullet with disguist. Deep swallows of miserable slaughter summoned up from a zombie's brain then painted, drenched, soaked with all the condiments I could muster nothing disguised its putrid waste. Surely it would have grown legs or even the greenest foilage if left alone to sit in the dark rather than dragged out of harmless slumber into the doom of hungry mouths. Nipping, biting, tearing fangs gouging its dispicable body. No one pause a moment to consider the thing, who could care of such a horrid meat. Its one ignoble purpose, to die in vain at persuading its killer it was far too nasty and boyond all edible sense of the word food... yet nothing sways the ravishing beasts of children in the school lunch hour.