Death By Spork
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
932
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Death By Spork
Topic: Death by Spork
Warnings: Fucking Retardation with uber Psychoness x.o
Word Count: 487
He squeezed his eyes shut as if the chirping groupie would disappear or better yet... Shut the fuck up! But no such luck. When he lifted his tired pale lids she was still there flapping her lips while staring avidly at the high cafeteria ceiling.
He gritted his teeth and stared down at his bland salad that he had offhandedly purchased at the lunch line due to the girl\'s insistent whines about how his favored sloppy Joe was inhumane to eat because \"Cows are our friends.\" Was that why she felt she had to wear that horrid cow print outfit with matching purse? He grimaced.
Yeah, she cared about cows but she seemed to hate chickens because between her high-pitched squeals and over-excited banter she was stuffing that huge hole in the middle of her face with some baked fowl. Out of all the girls in his classroom why did this one have to be his \"life partner\" in Health class? If he didn\'t need this grade to stay on the basketball team he would have left this cow on her ass a week ago.
\"...And Tania was like no way!, and I told her it was totally true that cows don\'t even eat meat only grass.\"
He controlled the annoyed growl that threatened to rumble from his throat and took hold of his plastic utensil so he could somehow make himself eat the god-forsaken rabbit feed. But he paused. His cynical blue eyes stared at the plastic spork in his hand. It was such a funny little object... not a fork or a spoon but a spork. He gave a short laugh but it sounded more sinister than amused.
He looked up at the chatty bitch across from him, her lips were still flapping but for once he didn\'t hear anything and for some reason she seemed to become shorter... but closer all the same. And then he heard it. That fucking high-pitched annoying tone of hers, but it wasn\'t saying anything. It was just ripping through his ears like a shrill scream. Wait... it was a scream but then it stopped.
Everything had gone silent. Everything. He gave a content sigh and she seemed to return to her normal distance. He stared down at his salad once more and once again reached for his fun little toy, the spork. It wasn\'t there. He looked up again and only to find the tool jabbed through her fat slab of a neck.
He didn\'t even blink; all he did was lean forward and take back what was his. He ate his salad in a glorified silence. Hey at least the bitch had shut the fuck up, and he didn\'t mind that salad at all even if it had a quaint coppery taste to it...
Warnings: Fucking Retardation with uber Psychoness x.o
Word Count: 487
He squeezed his eyes shut as if the chirping groupie would disappear or better yet... Shut the fuck up! But no such luck. When he lifted his tired pale lids she was still there flapping her lips while staring avidly at the high cafeteria ceiling.
He gritted his teeth and stared down at his bland salad that he had offhandedly purchased at the lunch line due to the girl\'s insistent whines about how his favored sloppy Joe was inhumane to eat because \"Cows are our friends.\" Was that why she felt she had to wear that horrid cow print outfit with matching purse? He grimaced.
Yeah, she cared about cows but she seemed to hate chickens because between her high-pitched squeals and over-excited banter she was stuffing that huge hole in the middle of her face with some baked fowl. Out of all the girls in his classroom why did this one have to be his \"life partner\" in Health class? If he didn\'t need this grade to stay on the basketball team he would have left this cow on her ass a week ago.
\"...And Tania was like no way!, and I told her it was totally true that cows don\'t even eat meat only grass.\"
He controlled the annoyed growl that threatened to rumble from his throat and took hold of his plastic utensil so he could somehow make himself eat the god-forsaken rabbit feed. But he paused. His cynical blue eyes stared at the plastic spork in his hand. It was such a funny little object... not a fork or a spoon but a spork. He gave a short laugh but it sounded more sinister than amused.
He looked up at the chatty bitch across from him, her lips were still flapping but for once he didn\'t hear anything and for some reason she seemed to become shorter... but closer all the same. And then he heard it. That fucking high-pitched annoying tone of hers, but it wasn\'t saying anything. It was just ripping through his ears like a shrill scream. Wait... it was a scream but then it stopped.
Everything had gone silent. Everything. He gave a content sigh and she seemed to return to her normal distance. He stared down at his salad once more and once again reached for his fun little toy, the spork. It wasn\'t there. He looked up again and only to find the tool jabbed through her fat slab of a neck.
He didn\'t even blink; all he did was lean forward and take back what was his. He ate his salad in a glorified silence. Hey at least the bitch had shut the fuck up, and he didn\'t mind that salad at all even if it had a quaint coppery taste to it...