I didn't think this would happen when I gave my DNA to the meat-growers. I didn't expect to be insanely rich.
Or to be hunted. Now the world has a taste of what I taste like. I am the ideal human meat for consumption. A little of vegetarian diet, a little of beef, some all-natural sugars, the amount of exercise I did daily, all somehow made me the perfect steak.
I stared down at the monitor on the screen. I am reduced to this single room in my bomb shelter in my mansion. I can't even wander out into the mansion, for the servants there wants me for dinner.
how long am I going to last here? Damn it all, I will sit here and eat chips and cokies and soad until the day I die of dia-bee-tus.
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Shorts Collection
Short StoryThese stand-alone stories are inspired by writing prompts as found on Reddit. Each Part/Chapter is a one-shot and do not plan to continue any of them. They are also very roughly written, but will be improved with revision, so feedback is welcomed.
