Reviewer: transphenomenal Signed [Report This]
Date: October 12 2013 5:08 PM Title: Chapter 1

This cuts off at the end and so I will post the rest here.

 

While the weakest were collapsing with heat stroke in the oven, Liz made batch after batch of deep-fried little people. When less than a hundred remained in the basket, all of them sobbing and waiting for the end, most resigned but some hysterical, Liz half-filled the blender with milk. To this she added as many tiny people as she could fit, about seventy in all. Those at the bottom were crushed or drowned, but those at the top lived long enough to feel the heap of groaning, screaming bodies beneath them sinking slowly down as the whirling blades liquified the bottom-most. Liz waved to them through the glass and smiled. The resulting thick, red, salty-sweet milkshake Liz put in the refrigerator to cool. Looking down into the bottom of the basket, Liz pondered what to do with the thirty or so remaining people. "Leftovers," she giggled. Liz's eye fell across a half-tube of epoxy and had a delightfully wicked idea. By the time Liz's meal was ready, her plate heaped with delicately roasted boys and girls with a side of deep-fried people and a frosty glass of blood-red milkshake, she had completed her little home craft project. Around her neck thirty groaning, crying people, epoxied hand to foot with each other, made an interesting living necklace. Maybe later she'd shellac them, thought Liz. Liz lifted her glass and toasted the tiny girls still in the mixing bowl. Tonight, at least, her bed would not be empty. The ideal lovers, thought Liz: sexy, servile, and afterwards they provided their own snack.