I run through the thick trees surrounding my one route of escape. Escape from what? The mob of angered people chasing me for something I cannot help... My soup rank! It's not my fault! You don't get to choose what kind of soup you are born to be. The soup is in my blood, which what these people seem to be out for.
When I finally reach my destination some random in the crowd yells, "You can't run forever, bitch!" And then they proceed to throw a rock at me. It hits me straight in the buttocks, and causes me to tumble into the rose bushes surrounding my estate.
The mob finally catches up and a tall man with a can opener stands above me. "Lol." he says as he swings it down on me, but before I receive the final blow I wake up.
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SOUP FICTION
RomanceIn a society where you are ranked by soup, which soups will make their way to the top, and which will be shoved to the back of the cabinet? In this story you will be following two sad sacks of soup on their journey of love and betrayal. One is has a...
