Unspeakable Snacks Novels & Stories

Unhealthy snacks. "What are those?" William looked at them distastefully. "We call them snacks." Sarah rolled her eyes. "Or sources of joy. But I guess you fools would be unfamiliar with them since you only eat other people's peace and happiness." William smirked at her. "Now, now, let's not get personal." Olivia set the tray down on the desk, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I think it's time we all got a little personal." I looked at them as if they had all gone crazy. Or is it just me who has gone all loco?

I said, gesturing to the bag he was carrying. "Just tell me so I can have that at the back of my mind." He replied. "I don't know." I mumbled as I looked away from him. "What did you say I didn't hear you?". He furrowed his brow trying to make sense of what I said. "Um...I don't actually eat much snacks ,but I like popcorn and energy drinks,I guess, " I answered. "You guess...you don't know what you like Anna?" He was amazed by my response.

"Like I said, snacks. Doritos, Spicy Nacho and regular Nacho. Some salsa and tortilla chips. Some chocolate. Rice Krispies treats. A few other things that are terrible for us but delicious." "Sounds like a bag full of fun to me." "Yup. I'm admittedly a junk food-a-holic." I want to say it doesn't show, but I'm too embarrassed to admit out loud how much I've openly ogled the man. Not that it would surprise him much, considering my fumbling around the shampoo bowl this morning. "Let me just," I point to the kitchen, "grab some plates. Want a drink? I don't have anything but soda and water. Kind of boring."

There are still some things that should be edible, though. Sneak is the first to grab something, pulling a package of Twinkies from a shelf. “I read somewhere these things have a shelf life of around a thousand years,” he says as he tears the plastic open and pops the end of a Twinkie into his mouth with no hesitation. We watch as he chews his treat, half expecting him to keel over or at least grab his stomach. Instead, a big smile appears on his face after he swallows. “It’s a little dry,” he tells us, “but it’s freaking delicious.” He shoves another piece into his mouth.

Snacks: Almonds (10 only), green juice, cucumber slices. No sugar. No dairy. No gluten. No fruit. No joy. “This will trim you. Sharpen your silhouette. You have the potential to be unforgettable, Miss Everett, but only if you give everything. This world, this industry, does not reward softness.” My chest tightened. “I understand,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady.

"Well excuse me for not falling down and prostrating myself before you while I sing you praises and kiss your big hairy feet,but I've been almost suffocated to death by my room, levitated like Jean Grey and thrown into some freaky weird alternate dimension all in less than half an hour! I haven't even had my coke yet!" "I will never understand why you homosapiens," who the sourkraut says that??? "insist on stuffing your rather fragile bodies with harmful addictive substances.What are they called? Drugs?" He shook his head at this,"incredibly asinine if you ask me". Smack.Ouch,darn it facepalms hurt."Not cocaine! Coke!" His brows knit and as he's raising a sanctimonious finger to interject I

The masked man peeled up his skirt, and yanked out his monstrous dick. It was long, stiff and dark. It was probably unwashed for days, and around it were hairs like grass. I winced my face. No way was I taking that in my mouth. Luckily, I wasn't the girl kneeling in front of the Cannibal. "Now suck," he told her. She took his cock with shaky hands, burying his dick inside of her mouth. Was this the game we were playing, sucking dicks? I would rather wash plates all year than being amounted to this.

I blurted out in one goal. He snickered, “One thing I despise most is blurting out words you don't mean out of anger…” he paused and my stomach tied up a knot. “And I will make you eat your vomit,” he snarked and my mouth went agape. “God forbid! I rebuke that. Who on earth eats their vomit?” I scrunched my face up, imagining the moment in my head. 'Yuck! The thoughts alone makes me wanna puke,’

Rupert chuckled, "I'm innocent. It's not that I wanted to stash away this technique, but... it's irreplicable!" "What do you mean?" Shirley looked puzzled at Rupert. How could a method for making a snack irreplicable? Rupert smiled and said, "I'm not lying to you! Anyone can learn the process, but the ingredients aren't available everywhere. Alright, I won't hide it from you anymore. The snacks from yesterday and today were actually made by Mrs. Moore. All the ingredients were directly sourced from the Moore family's herbal base. So, I say it's irreplicable! The medicinal properties of many things are closely related to the composition of the soil. These snacks actually contain ingredients f

“Nothing you tell me will change my two ideas. Buy this station, take that stranger and take it to me. And buy some very greasy snack to contain my stress.” “How about a quick ride to Mc Donalds?” asked Breno, giving a gentle smile towards me. I shrugged. My favorite snacks were always the ones my security guards found on the corner snack bars. Expensive places were always miserable when it came to food. “It's not a lunch that some nutritionist would approve, but at least it will make our hearts happy.”