Writing Prompt

He hated veg

He’s part of a secret group of meat eaters

Rabbit meat

Look cute no one’s alarmed

The farm is the garden small not caged

They eat veg plentiful a vital food source the rabbits

So nobody suspects anything

Feed them in a veg farm for salad lovers

Turn the meat to taste like tofu to encourage more meat eaters...

It was 4am. I crept out the back door, careful not to wake my younger sister. As I softly closed the door behind me, I smiled to myself. I loved the fresh morning breeze, no sound for miles. Even the birds weren’t awake yet. I tiptoed up to the woods, glanced around to make sure nobody had followed me, and darted in.

The air was crisp and cool, the perfect fall day. As I entered a hidden clearin...

Crickets chirped in the soft autumn night. Gabe rocked on his porch. His rocking chair made gentle squeaks into the darkening sky. Humming a half remembered song, Bobbie Jean wiped the kitchen marble counter. Cinnamon and the smell of a warm oven hung around her shoulders.

Framed in the golden hall light, Bobbie Jean stood at the screen door with two plates of hot apple pie and vanilla ice crea...

The pigs that squealed were quickly silenced. Animals that called frantically were loud. Loud animals brought concern. Concern brought attention. Attention brought downfall.

Oh god, but their meat was amazing. Her body shivered in joy whenever tasting that deliciously rich grease. She could practically feel the warm energy invigorating her, from hair to feet. She needed it. It was in her DNA, the...

Noah stood at the kitchen counter, flitting through mail, when a red envelope caught his eye. He dropped everything else and ripped the envelope open. Big, bold letters:

ATTENTION: HARVEST COMPLIANCE INSPECTION WILL TAKE PLACE THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 3 BETWEEN 8 A.M. AND 4 P.M.

He broke into a cold sweat as the ground dropped out from under him. That’s only two weeks away, he thought, and he was back...

“No meat! No meat!”

I always hear them say.

‘Thou who eats meat must be killed!’

I’m scared to be found out,

My secret must not be leaked.

Yet here I am,

Farming animals.

Minus ham.

The police must not find me,

Or else I am doomed.

I do not want to go to jail,

As much as I want this food.

This food?

The veggies, I mean.

The green things,

They taste like metal rings!

I hate it,

I hate it,

I ha...

June 26, 2025

The sound of the tv wakes me up. It’s seven in the morning. My off day is already ruined by having to get up early now. I look at the tv to see the news reporter, Sharon Westwood, giving breaking news. What’s so important that it has to wake me up so early? I don’t hear much of it, just snip its of her voice. I look up once again and see some sort of red circle, almost like a forbidd...

Harold watched his sister Bethesda’s face closely as she chewed a bite-sized piece of meat fruit.

Bethesda swallowed. Then, she stared at Harold in horror. “Meat!” she exclaimed. “Did you actually serve me meat? But you told me it was a new fruit! I never would have eaten it if I had known—“

Bethesda pushed her plate to the center of the table, stood up, and flung her napkin on her plate.

“Beth...

I wipe my greasy chin with my sleeve. Lord God this is good. The thick bone felt warm and wet in my fist. The protruding rosy meat steamed almost like the cartoons - wafting directly up my nostrils. Tendrils of meat fibers disintegrated on my tongue. Sweet umami and salt left my salivary glands wet in ways that I could only envy. This truly was a sexual experience.

“Remember when there was meat ...

Lena was taking a daily stroll in the unkept fields around her new home.

“Follow me sweetheart” she says, with a warm smile. To reach the farmyard, you need to head towards the bottom of the field. It’s a long walk but is worth it. Sweetheart looks at her and trots along in front of Lena chomping on a carrot. As if she put her nose up to say silly human I know how to get home.

Lena never though...