Unspeakable Snacks Novels & Stories

Because Summer was mine, and no fucking person would take her from me. “I have no idea what you are referring to.” The idiot chuckled, his stupid crunches grating on my nerves, and making me hiss as if someone smeared acid on my open wounds. “Listen to me, you fucker….” I warned. “Ah ah ah,…..” he tsked. “I don’t think you should be speaking to me like this.” He chuckled again. “Mm....did you know that doughnuts, when covered with chocolate but eaten with vanilla ice cream, are the best snacks to eat? I just learned that fact.” Hr or she bellowed in laughter.

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

I corrected, huffing in annoyance. "There's no difference. It's still the same thing," He replied dismissively. "You just can't stand being wrong, huh?" I muttered. "Look who's calling someone childish!" "Hey, watch your mouth," He warned, narrowing his eyes. "Or eat those kids' snacks and shut up." "They are normal snacks." "I don't eat things like that. They're for kids," He muttered, looking at my snacks in disdain. "What kind of bizarre combination is this, anyway?"

Cam claps his hands once, loud, like he’s starting a team-building exercise nobody asked for. “Alright, boys,” he says, voice way too cheerful for men who just tied a game we should’ve owned. “Who’s ready to emotionally recover? I’ve got snacks in my bag. Mystery snacks. Fun snacks. Possibly-illegal-in-three-states snacks.” A few guys snort. Aaron looks up from lacing his boots, trying—and failing—not to smile. Cam digs into his backpack like Mary Poppins on caffeine, pulling out a family-size bag of Skittles, a sleeve of Oreos, and something that looks suspiciously like dried mango but could also be plastic.

She answered with uncertainty. “You want one?” He offered her a yoghurt. “Uh… no. Thank you.” She said to him, causing the guy to crease his brows in discontent. “Did your appetite change as well? You never turn down snacks like this, or any food for that matter. You used to like everything that is being given to you,” Chester stated, still with a frown. The other people inside the van heard his remark leaving them in silence. Chandler, who was sitting beside Millie turned to Chester with a furious look. “It’s different now, Ches…”

Sarah pouted as she saw Frank was not with them. “How could we know that you ditched him first?” Ben shrugged. “My poor friend” Ed sighed dramatically as Frank walked in… Sarah made a lopsided grin to show that she was bored with their theatrics. “What’s this?” Ed looked at the snacks on the table curiously. “Sweet and Savory snacks- in honor of Sarah visiting our humble abode” Lara smiled happily; It was very hard to get the lazy bone into the kitchen although her food was yummolicious… tricking her was the only way to eat good food!

Plus, he has a ready-made audience in my coworkers. Most people misunderstand tech nerds. We’re pale, skinny, with next-to-no muscle tone—but we can put away junk food like nobody’s business. Chips, ramen, burgers, candy bars, greasy taquitos from 7-11 at three in the morning—we survive on garbage fuel during marathon coding sessions. Yet weirdly, we’re also food snobs. We don’t want anything obviously healthy—just tasty, bite-sized, easy to shove in our mouths without breaking concentration.

) "Our snack." Juno: Okay. I guess not, questions for later. Right now we should get moving. (As she continues speaking she realizes that Dantzler has completely lost track of the conversation they were having and is now focused on Kimora's statement) Dantzler: "What the hell is a snack to you??" Kimora: "A problem we can solve by eating it. Never let a meal get cold." Dantzler: "That's....a wild concept. I'll take it!"

"...What's emotionally constipated?" "You'll learn when you're older." The opening soundtrack played through the television, and I happily reached into the family-sized bag of spicy chips resting between us. This house had surprisingly good snacks. I'd found instant ramen. Chocolate. Potato chips. Popcorn. Cookies. Ice cream. At this point, kidnapping had become an all-inclusive vacation package. Matias stole another handful before I could. "Hey!" "You were distracted." "That's called theft." "It's called sharing."

I was just about to fire off another question when he reached into the compartment beside him and dropped a small black bag onto my thigh. I blinked at it. “What’s this?” “Open it.” So I did and immediately shut my mouth. The bag was stuffed with snacks. Doritos, Oreos, gummies… even juice boxes. Not soda, but hey close enough. Memo received: shut up. It worked. For like… ten minutes. Which is practically a lifetime in Venus years. Once the sugar hit, I was buzzing again. “Sooo…” I started, dragging the word like a warning shot.