Youthful Nibbles

She swallowed hard and peered over her shoulder. In the dim light, Zoe made out the silhouette of a chicken head. She turned back, her breath caught in her throat. It made no sense—the chicken they had bought had no head. 

That bologna sandwich turned eating into a miserable production. From that moment on, I deconstructed and reimagined the eating process of every food set before me with both diligence and border-line mania...

A forest ghost has no eyes, a forest ghost has no teeth, yet it can see and taste...

With his pancake heart beating fiercely in his pancake body, he heard them coming—and there was nothing he could do about it...