I always know what's best for my son. He is a food-monster, really. No matter how many times I feed him, he is back to being hungry the very next minute. He tells me I am amazing at cooking. But I am growing older and weaker day by day. I feed him as much as I can. If only I was younger, I would have cooked many more humans everyday than I do now.
I get tired very easily now. So I have decided to teach him how to kill and cook people. Also, I want him to know that when I die, I am open to being cooked. I dream that he likes eating me some day as much as I liked eating my mother back then.
He must.
I always know what's best for my son.
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Srushti's Short Stories (Completed)
Short StoryA lot of confusion, unpredictability, and, most of all, deaths. But it's all worth it! Dive in!
