Bacon X Slender Novels & Stories

Everything I’ve eaten, even my dinner last night, has been fantastic. “This is amazing bacon,” I say after swallowing. Wiley grins. “It’s not too bad for turkey bacon.” My mouth drops open. “Turkey bacon? You mean, like humans eat?” “It’s leaner,” Kent defends. “It’s good for you once in a while.”

Bethany ends up laughing at herself, “meat… bacon? Sausages… God, I don’t know what I want! My stomach is growling at everything I consider.” I find myself laughing along with her, “right. Name five things that you want apart from the crisps, chocolate and milkshake.” The shifter gene in her baby must be sending her body insane with need for food to help the accelerated growth. “Strawberries and bananas, sausages- the yummy Lincolnshire ones, southern fried chicken steaks and errrrrrrr sour cream and onion pringles,” is her answer. Promising to be quick, I gather up the shopping in a trolley and whisk through the checkout; deciding to walk, I head up to her house in the cool evening air.

Knox offered. "It's turkey bacon though." I grabbed the carton of eggs and the bacon. "Never had it." "It's really good. Better than regular bacon in my opinion." While I grabbed everything I needed to make eggs, Knox came up behind me. A quick glance over my should I raised an eyebrow at him. "If you are going to make the bacon your going to need to put a shirt on." You are distracting without one. "Am I distracting you?" He took the words right out of my head.

*Caroline* On Sunday, I’m ready to eat my arm off by the time I pull into the parking lot of Piggly Wiggly. It’s the night before classes start back and I’m stocking up. After grabbing several packs of SlimFast, I find myself standing in front of the pasta aisle, salivating over an image of Ma’s ravioli in my head. Who am I kidding? Dear Diet, you’re boring and tasteless. Instead of losing weight, I’m going to look into those stretching machines and see if I can just get taller.

Bethany ends up laughing at herself, “meat… bacon? Sausages… God, I don’t know what I want! My stomach is growling at everything I consider.” I find myself laughing along with her, “right. Name five things that you want apart from the crisps, chocolate and milkshake.” The shifter gene in her baby must be sending her body insane with need for food to help the accelerated growth. “Strawberries and bananas, sausages- the yummy Lincolnshire ones, southern fried chicken steaks and errrrrrrr sour cream and onion pringles,” is her answer. Promising to be quick, I gather up the shopping in a trolley and whisk through the checkout; deciding to walk, I head up to her house in the cool evening air.

Bethany ends up laughing at herself, “meat… bacon? Sausages… God, I don’t know what I want! My stomach is growling at everything I consider.” I find myself laughing along with her, “right. Name five things that you want apart from the crisps, chocolate and milkshake.” The shifter gene in her baby must be sending her body insane with need for food to help the accelerated growth. “Strawberries and bananas, sausages- the yummy Lincolnshire ones, southern fried chicken steaks and errrrrrrr sour cream and onion pringles,” is her answer. Promising to be quick, I gather up the shopping in a trolley and whisk through the checkout; deciding to walk, I head up to her house in the cool evening air.

“Van, no. I doubt he’s ever eaten here.” That pretty much said it all. The brothers were as different as night and day. I looked down at my menu, my eyes zeroing in on the specials first. Number one is the meal Joel and Maggs told me about. Six pieces of bacon, six eggs, six pieces of toast and hash browns. I looked up and said, “You’re kidding, right. Your arteries haven’t frozen in your veins yet.”

I sarcastically remarked, and he leaned his forehead against the side of my head, laughing. The girl seated on the other side of Hayden cleared her throat, grabbing our attention. Arms crossed, she asked, "Slim, can we talk?" He glanced back at me, silently seeking permission for some reason. I nodded, as his business was not mine, and he acknowledged me before refocusing on the girl. "No," he replied firmly, shocking me with his rudeness. "Please?" she begged, but he seemed unfazed. He simply took a can of beer handed to him and opened it.

Oh, how sweet! *** Finally, Vasilio takes Cia and Viktor to a restaurant that serves bacon—according to their son's request. Bacon is a product made from meat that is cut into small pieces where the cut side has a little fat. Usually taken from the belly of the pig, but can also be substituted with beef or chicken and served grilled, boiled, or according to taste.

Crispy bacon, both streaky and back bacon, sat alongside them, as if one type was insufficient. A carton contained slow-cooked beef short ribs that were tender enough to fall apart with the touch of a fork and rested in a rich, dark glaze that smelled slightly sweet and smoky. Then came the eggs, with a box of omelets stuffed with cheese and steak bits, as if Levi didn't believe vegetables could support their own weight. My brows rose higher and higher before I slowly turned my gaze to him. “Did you place an order for a family of ten?" “Okay, I'll admit I didn't check the portions."