Short : Last Meal by Bill Schott HOrror writing prompt entry |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence. After the bus accident, Gibson's head injuries had left intracranial tumors that affected his satiety process and caused bouts of narcolepsy. Without warning, twice or more a day, he would simply pass out. When awake, his insatiable hunger had, in one decade, inflated his body to over five hundred pounds. He had literally eaten himself out of house and home. His wife left and he would have lost his house at the end of the month had the earth quake not beaten the mortgage company to the punch. The tremors came and the floor beneath him fell through to the cellar; the ceiling truss then pinned him under a ton of lumber. Gibson's arms were raised and crossed over his face, held in place by a plank on his chest. Narcoleptic gaps erased any sense of elapsed time; he only knew he was ravenous. There was no feeling in his arms. That, and a sense of his mortality, convinced him to begin eating them. His mind flooded with wildly conflicting emotions. When eventually found, he'd eaten most of his left forearm and upper arm. He'd only started on his right when he had fallen asleep and choked on a finger.
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