Taco Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Ash is glaring down at his stomach, ready to explode. Oh, just fucking great! They pick all the damn days to come out when you arrive! They are such brats! This is all your fault! They just waited for you to come to make my life even more miserable. Will you know what? Screw them, I'm hungry! They can wait a while longer for the room to come out! I want tacos! We can eat on the way to the hospital!"

Laughter and crude remarks filled the cafeteria, intensifying her discomfort. She lowered her head, her frown deepening at the absurdity of their comments. "Hey there, sexy... What's your name?" the same man jeered, his words laced with a hint of menace. A twinge of fear crept into Athena's stomach, leaving her unable to muster a response.

"It's warm. I need cold water." He walked to the bathroom. He moved fast, like he was escaping a fire. Elion watched him go. He waited until the bathroom door clicked shut. Then he reached under the pillow. He pulled out the notebook. Anomaly 27: The Taco Slip. Statement: "The you that eats tacos in the rain." Fact: We have never done this. He chewed on the end of his pen. Anomaly 28: The Witness. Statement: "He didn't die alone."

…you can guess who it's exactly obviously Douche! "Where's Meg? Jack finally closes the door holding a massive taco in his hands 'not that I am petty or anything but Meg didn't pay for that.' He approaches me, munching it. In his eyes, there's so kind of emotion, one that I so loathed… The same kind I saw in Jeff's eyes. My eyes go straight down to his trousers and I see something budging out, 'his boner' is protruding out of his white trousers. " Why so scared Krystal... It doesn't bite!"

I didn't respond to her call, dragging my feet behind me, I waved a small greeting before walking past her and into the living room. I simply ignored Cassandra's accountant boyfriend and made myself comfortable on an empty couch. I could see him gawking at me from the corner of my eye, he thought I was a lunatic, someone who shouldn't be walking the streets without a straight jacket on. The thought made me laugh audibly, as expected he moved to the far side of the sofa. I shrugged, blowing my nose on a piece of tissue. "I've brought popcorn." Cassandra chirped putting a bowl of popcorn on the dining table. Squirting some hand sanitizer, I dug right in.

Laughing too loud at something someone said. Smiling with too much teeth. Too much effort. Trying too hard. She hadn’t seen him yet. But everyone else had. Old Hank gave him a slow nod. Jake stiffened like trouble just walked in. And then Mads nudged her. “Alli,” she said under her breath. And when Alli turned— Their eyes met. Everything else went quiet. Not literally—the jukebox still played, some drunken guy laughed in the corner, and someone hollered for another pitcher—but in his world?

Suddenly, he found himself entranced by the moans and he started walking on his feet. Canned laughter, a mock from the TV people. Analytic Isaac could not measure what was happening in this instant—an instant of fear and terror. I just need to get my pills, he dizzily thought out. As he reached the doorway, terror finally fell over Isaac at the sight of a horrifying figure by his bedside table: the bloodied stump of a headless woman, breasts sagged and leaked blood, with an abdomen torn open as her guts dangled like rusty, bloodied chains all over her lower half.

There was nothing, nothing, on this earth that would make him drink that concoction. Taiga groaned and leaned heavily on the counter, his stomach rolling. “Ugggh. Thought I could challenge you to a one-on-one, but with that shit in my system, i think I'd call it a night,” he muttered, his eyes darting toward Dante before cradling his head in his hands. His voice went thin, broken. “I think I’m going to be sick.” “Oh, stop being dramatic,” Maya scoffed, rolling his eyes.

The woman seated on the man's lap said. She had no idea what was coming her way and I will teach her a lesson that she will never forget. This time I will make sure she is dead even if I have to follow them to the deepest parts of hell. My fingers start to twitch and I started feeling a kind of insanity in my head. I got up on my feet and started pounding against the steal bars of the cage I was in. My hands didn't stop to increase in size and I kept pounding. I felt myself getting bigger and bigger. My fingers formed claws and so did my toes. My canine turned into huge tusks and the rest of my teeth were big and sharp. My jaw turned into that of a dangerous beast.

My senses are heightened and taut, tight as a wire as I try to keep one eye on the door and one on my friends, hoping I look casual and not anxious. Come on, football players! Let’s get this over with so I can get my ass home and put on regular clothes, raid my fridge, and watch Big Bang Theory. Three tequilas in and only half an hour has passed. Plus, I’m still sober. I glare at my shot glass, contemplating an entire bottle. Why does each moment that passes feel so dang slow? Still, I look back up and give the group a sweeping smile. Here I am, happy as a clam, it says.