Two Sentence Stories

The towering steak is buttressed by a gothic wall of potato.
He was an architect before he became a food critic.

So stupid to ask if it was edible.
Anything is if you really try.

The King of the Eyesores visited our town today in his carriage of mouldy meat.
We threw eggs, rotten fruit and toxic waste, as we’re meant to.

We eat.
We excrete.

Omg one day i was going to eat lunch at school(i was really hungry) and i was like third in line and i was putting food on my tray{it was my turn to pay the lunch lady} and i gave her my money and she looked on the computer and was like you already [...]

I’m in love again, finally.
Oh double cheese-burger, you little tart, I love you!

Your God-cake is not bad.
“Every slice is a trip to Heaven” is a little bit too much though.

I went to the pier today.
It reminded me of Perth, of sun, of love, of food, of champagne, of sex, of falafel, and of you, asleep with damp hair, mid-afternoon.

I want to bake a cutie-pie.
Three cuties, skin off and sliced please.

My insides feel as if they are on fire.
Maybe I shouldn’t eat lava.

This post was submitted by Rodney Libert.

After three hours of meditating I divined a glimpse of deep and profound meaning.
I was kinda hungry a little too, not starving, but I coulda definitely had a snack of some kind.