Chapter 1: Original Italian
*Authors note
I will try and make this novel interesting, however I have no idea how to write,
and I'm just doing this for fun.
So lower your expectations.
"Dammit." I muttered, watching as the meatball sub I had just dropped slowly slid out onto the street. "I even went through the trouble of going to the store in person so I didn't have to deal with the delivery fee. Waste of time. I guess I'll just settle for the prepackaged noodles I have at home. But damn, I really wanted some meatballs." I mumbled to myself as I hurriedly crossed the crosswalk.
Turning the block, I could hear the chatter of thousands of people, who had all gathered in Times square for new years. "It happens every year. What's there to get so exited about?" I said, annoyed at the crowds, and my lost meatballs.
As I made my way through the crowd, I heard an unfamiliar voice yell "Samples, Samples, Spicy meatballs,"
Exited about possibly recovering the delicious balls of meat that I never got to enjoy, I pushed my way through the crowd until I found the stand which the cries of uneaten meatballs were coming from.
My eyes lit up as I saw a foldable table, filled with several rows of meatballs. They didn't have any sauce on them, which was disappointing. But I'd take what I can get. And best of all, they were free. I approached the stand, eyeing the meatballs, seeing which one was the largest.
The guy behind the stand greeted me. "Hi, Would you like to try some free samples?" He seemed way to happy. I wonder how much he's getting paid for this? I picked up my first sample and noticed a sign on the front of the stand. "Original Italian." Never heard of them. But then again If they were a known brand, they probably wouldn't need to advertise by giving out free samples in the middle of times square like a Costco sample stand, now would they? Either way I was happy for the free meatballs.
I made small talk with the guy. Things like weather, New years, his job, compliments, boring things like that which I didn't really care about. But making small talk helped distract him while I slowly ate more samples.
After about ten samples, he finally caught on. I walked away from the stand banned for life. "Oh well, I doubt I'll be buying from Original Italian anytime soon." By now, the people in times square had started the countdown and were about half way through. Now that I had a full stomach the noises of the crowd seemed less annoying.
As I made my way through the crowd and almost to my apartment, I noticed a light coming from inside my house. "Did I leave my light on?" I thought about it for a minute, before seeing a shadow cross the curtains. Now, I knew I wasn't in there, since I wasn't inside. And I didn't have a roommate. So either Casper the friendly ghost decided to move in, or I was being robbed.
"six..five...four...." With the crowd counting down in the background, I rushed to my apartment. With every step, With every number, it somehow felt like time was slowing down. Was it because i was being robbed? Was my mind playing tricks on me? "Three...two...one...." My body stopped moving. Not out of fear, I was physically incapable of moving. The world went silent, The only thing I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat. But I didn't feel anxious, I didn't wonder why I couldn't move. Instead I felt comfortable. I felt at home. I felt warm.
A grew inside of my stomach, before expanding to covering my entire skin. "Fuck, Its the revenge of the meatballs."
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