Random plot's I come up with on the spot!

Cannibalism and Turtles GAH!

I'm back! These two, are slightly shorter, the first one is called Never Ending Hunger. It's a small section taking place in the middle of a modern war, where people resort to Cannibalism. Tis slightly more detailed, unlike the second one. Here we go ^^

Never Ending Hunger:

Fresh blood coated the once innocent white dress that flowed down to my knee's. I was collapsed in the middle of the street's a sound that could easily be related to hysterical sobbing escaping my mouth.

Fools, they did not know the truth - War had driven them so insane they couldn't tell the different between sobbing and laughter. My act - had not failed at all so far. The sound was attracting those bravest to help a poor, defenceless little girl like me. 

A man, middle aged and fairly bulky approached. His eyes were friendly and he crouched down next to me. I glanced around, looking for anyone else, but sadly it was just this man. He reached out a hand towards me, and I forced my body to flinch away. Sympathy shun in his eyes, and I grinned. 

Before he could react, my arm moved at a speed almost invisible to the human eye, and he gasped for air as the small pocket knife slit his throat. More blood coated my dress and I licked some of it off, grinning. 

The streets were empty, which was good - I didn't want to get noticed with my prey. I whistled, and from the darkness of the ally ways came a group of older children. Their eyes widened at the prey, and they ruffled my hair before dragging the man away. Yes, he would definitely be a good meal.

I trailed behind, drooling at the thought. My thoughts drifted off to what we would eat first... Personally, I believe the chest is the best - full of blood, and not to mention the heart. 

Subconsciously, I licked at a small splatter of blood, savouring the delicious taste. We approached a small, almost unnoticeable door in the side of a run down building not far off. 

It was opened, and once all of us had gotten inside with the body, it was closed again, leaving us in darkness. 

The darkness, was fine. We had lived here long enough to make our way through it blind. The faint sound of water hitting the floor became louder, till the point where it felt as though we were passing right under. 

The sound of a door being pushed open alerted me that we were finally here. Inside, the probably only safe room in the building was dimly lit by candles, flickering in the dark. Blood stained the table where previous meals had been prepared. 

Images, memories flickered before my eyes, tearing savagely into the tender flesh. I grinned, relishing in the memories. After all, there would be nothing to do until they had finished carving the meat - Maybe I could mess with the old bodies to pass the time? 

The sound of metal meeting flesh filled my ears, and I eagerly awaited for my well earned meal. My eyes, glowing with hunger stared at the door longingly - but I was not allowed in.

I was not trusted - I was a thief, a murderer and an escapist all in one, and one to be feared. It made me laugh, the thought of grown men and teenagers fearing a twelve year old girl. But they should. If I wanted, I could kill them all, and continue on my own. But then I'd be alone, something I didn't want. 

I bit down on my lip, drawing blood which I slowly swallowed, cackling at the taste. I would have my revenge on those who opposed us, and it would be painful...

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That was Never Ending Hunger, and It was inspired by the film Doomsday. Second book/chapter/story thing is Timmy The Turtle. It's a short, humorous and light story which as I said, is very short.

Timmy The Turtle:

I sat there. Staring. One thought crossed my mind - Why on earth, out of every single other animal in the pet shop... Did my mother, buy me a turtle?

When she opened the box, I was convinced it was dead, and after an argument with my mother about the turtle being dead, I sat down and watched it like a hawk (Pun not intended.) 

As I thought, the turtle had yet to move, or show any sign of being alive - The moss green shell remained still on the living room floor, mocking me. My eye twitched in response. I resorted to talking to it.

"So, Timmy. How's life in that shell of your's" I asked, pausing afterwards as if getting a reply. "Hmm... Sound fun?" I said again, trying to get a reaction. Nothing - Nada.

I leaned forward curiously and poked the shell, tapping it gently. Perhaps I could annoy it out? I tried poking it, tickling it heck even dancing with it. Nothing worked.

I let my scowled, frustration present on my face. I glared at Timmy the turtle, almost laughing with madness.

"You wont win!" I said, grinning. I lay down on my front, my head directly level with his shell as I stared, awaiting any movement.

I'm not sure how long it's been since I blinked. Either way, my eyes felt like they were on fire, and my head was practically pounding. Unwillingly, I found my body slowly shutting down - my eyes closing preparing for sleep.

I fought it desperately, and lost. I gave in, a small nap sounded good...

When I woke up, the sun was setting. Eyes blurred, I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms before rubbing at my sleepy eyes. I glanced at the middle of the living room, awaiting the sight of the turtle, only to be met with....Air.

Two things crossed my mind. One? At least the turtle wasn't dead. Two? THERE WAS A FREAKING TURTLE ON THE LOOSE!

My eye twitched in irritation. "Damn you Timmy..."