Elf Poop Taste Test Novels & Stories

They both raised their spoons, exchanged glances, and tasted it at the same time. “Eww,” the first one gagged dramatically, dropping her spoon back into the bowl. She rushed to the bin, spat into it with a disgusted noise, and held her stomach like she was about to hurl. The second followed, retching loudly and faking a shiver. “What the hell is this? Swamp water?” I stood frozen, my heart dropping into my stomach. I picked up a spoon with trembling fingers and tasted the soup myself. It wasn’t bad. It was warm, flavorful not perfect, but far from disgusting.

“The voice coaxed. The stale food made her stomach turn, the disgusting taste lingered in her mouth. The stale bread tasted worse than it did earlier, there was also old chunky oatmeal and the ball of rice. Her hand reached to the end where she placed spoilt food and unwrapped the nylon, she had received two weeks ago. Morana closed her eyes and pinched her nostrils, not wanting to get a waft of the smell of stale food, the bread had turned a green color and the rice was covered in dirt.

It had a foul smell. "Look at this." I said. I showed the black thing to Sophie. "This tastes like waste. This is rat poop. It smells rotten." "It cannot be rat poop." Sophie said. She leaned in to smell it. She frowned. "It must be an ingredient we are not familiar with. It is a strange compound." Sophie looked at the sack. She looked at the darkening sky outside the window. "I will take some of this to my quarters." She said. "I need to continue the investigation. I will check what that is. I will find out if it is used for medicine. If I find anything, I will let you know immediately."

I stopped looking at him and swiped my finger across my phone screen. “I know words alone mean nothing.” I opened an order record on a shopping app. “This is something I bought—food spoilage test strips.” I took a small sealed packet from my pocket and tore it open in front of everyone. Under the stunned gazes of the room, I slid the thin strip deep into the grayish sponge cake. The white tip of the strip changed color at a visible speed, turning a dark, nearly ink-black shade. “I-it turned black!” “Th-this… can you still eat that?”

Fourth, spoiled mayonnaise. “You’ve gotten bigger, baby,” she burped onto the hot dog. Suddenly thirsty, he went back to the kitchen and poured himself some green apple Kool Aid from a glass pitcher. “I forgot you weren’t cut. Sexy,” she burbled in a bad seductress voice. It was disgusting and fascinating at the same time, like a horrific accident, impossible to tear your eyes away from. He slurped heavily from the glass as her tongue expertly worked along the meat stick’s edges. It was rhythmic, hypnotic in a way. The weird taste of the off-brand Kool Aid hung thick on his tongue.

Even at sixteen years, their mouths were sharper than blades and their behavior was as rude as their mother. “I perceive some delicious rice being served, but is the taste as delicious as the aroma?” asked Emily as she smirked loudly beside Olivia, like a pair of food critics ready to dissect a homemade meal. “Of course not. It would certainly be like the scrambled eggs we had the other day. It had a delicious aroma, but it tasted worse than poop. Haha,” Olivia laughed like a wicked witch, and they all grabbed a seat at the dining table while I continued to dish their food onto their separate plates.

The voice coaxed. The stale food I had just eaten made my stomach turn, and he disgusting taste lingered on my mouth. The stale bread tasted worse than it did earlier, and the old chunky oatmeal and the bowl of rice were worse. But I ignored the taste and moved slowly towards the corner of the cell. My hand reached towards the bag I threw my trash in and pulled out he remaining food from the week prior. The smell made me gag as I looked at the green color bread and dirt-covered rice.

I warn him but I feel a nudge on the side and I turn my head to whisper, “You must have gotten the expired pack.” “I think the chicken is just okay Sweet pee,” Dad says and I frown. Is it the piece that I had picked that has that awful scent? I cut a piece from it and chew on it when everything comes right back making me gag as I clamp my mouth shut and run to the bathroom.

"Tell me what you need me to do." ************** I carefully poured the thick, brownish liquid into a small bowl, trying not to gag at the pungent, stomach-churning smell wafting up from it. Fake vomit - just the thought of having to handle this slimy concoction made my skin crawl. "Do you think this looks deceiving enough?" Amelia asked. "It's pretty gross, that's for sure," I replied, wrinkling my nose. "But maybe we should add just a touch more realism..."

Sarah asked from her position on the bed and I shrugged a little without replying to her question. I was going to try some of it though, even though it smelled not so appealing to my nose — unlike the rice which had zero smell. I picked up the second spoon on the tray which was a brown wooden spoon for scooping up soup and dug it a little into the hand filler bowl of soup before lifting it up and placing it lightly over my tongue. The soup tasted really awful like I had feared, making me retch a little as the smell wafted into my nose for that position and I dropped the spoon back into the tray almost immediately with a squeeze of my face