Hunger – Part 1
By: Megan Forziati
Gurgle. Burp. Eeerrrop. Tommie’s stomach sounded like he was about to explode from the inside out. His feet were running a marathon while his butt remained in the warm seat of his plastic chair. Of course no clocks exist in the classrooms of the University of Pittsburgh, so Tommie kept his phone in his lap where he pitifully checked the time every thirty seconds. Reeeuuurrrp. Tommie shamefully glanced to his left and right from underneath his eyelashes to check who was listening to the ticking time bomb working its way through his intestines down into his awaiting stomach.
It began to get to the point of no return. You know that moment when your palms begin to sweat and you get a bit nauseous? Well Tommie was well beyond that point. His pencil was slipping from his grasp, sweat began to form above his lip, and the hair on the back of his neck stuck up as his body temperature continued to rise. He felt light headed. His headache got worse and his stomach begged for what it just wasn’t getting, as fries and milkshakes began to dance. Literally. His communications professor was showing a fast food ad. Tommie groaned to himself, debating whether or not to sprint out of class right now because of this act of cruel and unusual punishment.
The commercial finally ended but the dancing food did not. Shadows of oversized hot dogs slithered across the walls. Steaming meatloaf wafted from the vents. The floor turned into mountains of mashed potatoes. Tommie viciously shook his head to escape the delicious hallucinations, but that only made his headache worse. The professor’s voice sounded further away. His classmates warped into individual pieces of food all representative of what they looked like in human form. Despite Tommie’s agonizing hunger, he couldn’t help but laugh. The tall girl with the too large head became an upside-down eggplant. The stout kid who always came to class smelling like something that wasn’t yet classified turned into a gouda casserole. The whole row of athletes sitting in the back morphed into corn on the cob. Tommie’s mouth watered as he looked to the girl sitting on his left. She was the most delicious looking piece of apple pie he’d ever laid eyes on. He licked his lips as he stared. The piece of pie smiled at him as he leaned in closer…
Once every two weeks a two part short story will arise from the mind of Megan. In other words, once a month a brand new story will come out, however, in order to find out the ending of the story, you will need to tune in two weeks from the first part to get the follow up. Enjoy!