Jack Sprat Trims The Fat
#fillintheblanks Jack Sprat could eat a horse, he was so hungry.
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#fillintheblanks Jack Sprat could eat a horse, he was so hungry.
I think my science teacher Wants to eat us. I see it in her eyes every time she grins at us. It's why I'm late to school, So I can avoid her way.
That night it was going to be a full moon so jack went to the graveyard. When he arrived he looked around him, he saw some tree's and some old gravestones and a path covered with leaves.
The icy wind was harsh, as was the tone in his voice. He said: "One of us has to die. We have no other Choice!" They all looked at each other, each trusting his words where true.
There was a teenage girl named Annie. She was a normal girl just like any other, except for when the “thing” happened.
Welcome, enter, Take a seat, I've prepared A Halloween treat, Candied eyeballs For a start, Followed up by A human heart, Fried frogs legs And roasted bat, Sanguine wine To wash down that.
#household Where do children go when they too far stray. To Torchwood Manor down the lane Where ghouls and goblins do fancy feast On bat pie fricassee and fine young meat.
Oh what me gwan do. Me forgot me chickin for da stew. Me only gots me rice and peeeeeas. Ma man him won't be best pleased. Oh what me gwan do. Me gots a haaard choice ta chose.
I whimpered. My stomach churned. Another scratch. The kitten wouldn't calm down. 'quiet little one. Mother's here!' I purred.
Cookies up to the ceiling,. Cakes coming out of my ears,. But that sweet gingerbread house,. Lurks at the edge of my fears,. Always pudding on offer,. And home-made cheesecake,.
The streets lined with corpses. Bones showing around the skin. Faces sucked in. Cold eyes staring aimlessly. The starving crawling down the alleys. Cannibalism starting to rise.
Nigel the cannibal was short on food He found himself in quite a mood Couldn't bring himself to kill a living soul But being a cannibal he couldn't eat cheese roll Only surviving on small animals he...
I've been here before. This place they call hell. It's similar to. My night in a cell. Filled up with weirdos. And teens with a beard. Strange looking people. Most of them weird. Some they had eyes.
He was a practical hunter. Living off the earth loner. Far away from the touristy tracks. Deep into the forest he built traps. A local ancient tribe of cannibals. Are his nearest kind of neighbours.
There was an old lady. Who lived in a forest. She had a black cat. Whose name was Horace. With her long black cape. And her pointy nose. Ten shrivelled fingers. Ten ugly toes. Spots on her hands.
A cold wind blows, In this rickety house, So empty and hollow, Not even a mouse. No lights are lit, Shrouded in dark, No noise is made, No sound, no remark.
Well, that's the back of Herman. I'd grown rather attached To that gloopy, cakey guy Though at first we seemed mismatched.
ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY--EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL-ISH PEOPLE--ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL.
When it started, I was just a girl at fourteen. The plague came, and I was just getting started. He was perfect, a real charmer at eighteen. When the riots started, he disappeared.
There's a place called Babbadoo Never go there For if you do You won't get out They will eat you.
Attention. Apologies. This is really quite absurd But there is yet another threat to us Or so we have heard.
Okay here's some of my first short story.
Time to eat munch munch munch. I'm coming to get my ghastly lunch. I've eaten that squishy brain slurped up those spaghetti veins. Warm bloody meat so delicious my hunger is something vicious.
Oh wow. A trail of breadcrumbs!, the short, fat Goblin said. As he waddled along getting fatter, as he followed and ate the bread. This had been a great find, never mind the dickie birds.