The first thing you’ll taste is the suffering of a thousand sinners*. Their screams unscreamed will pulse through your body, shaking you to the very core.
The flavour will sicken you, but you’ll find you cannot stop eating. In fact, the more you eat, the hungrier you’ll become.
Eventually, as you stuff yourself, you’ll starve. Your body will weaken and wither, leaving you skin and bones, barely enough strength left to continue raising spoon to mouth.
But you will continue.
Starving, feeding, but eternally unsated.
Because there’s always room for HELL-O!
*also available in suffering of a thousand sinners/mango
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Horror, Puns, Short story
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