Five-Hundred Word Challenge 84: I think I’ve Bitten off More Than I can Chew

“I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew”, Hass thought to himself.

Hass was quite hungry on that particular day. He hadn’t had breakfast or lunch and it had reached a late period in the afternoon.

The sun was no longer beating down directly on him, but it had not said its goodbyes and gone beyond the horizon.

He needed to eat something but there was no food in the kitchen and, at that particular point in time, heading off to the supermarket seemed like it was going to take far longer than it usually would.

Hass was seeking a quick fix to this problem and didn’t want to have to work hard to get it.

He decided that, in the interest of removing his hunger as quickly as possible and making sure that he stayed full for a while, he’d head up the road to buy a meal.

No, not just one, but two, or maybe even five!

He knew he had to act quick as if he waited any longer, he’d start feeling pain in his stomach as it was beginning to rebel against the body that decided it would be a good idea to not get food for the explicit purpose of remaining satiated.

Hass had plenty of time to do the shopping on the way home in the evening, as the supermarket wasn’t what one could consider a significant detour, yet he chose not to as he could “always go later”.

Deciding that the best course of action would to first be to get out of the backyard, then put on some pants and a shirt before heading to get a fast meal, and that is what he did.

He did it faster than he usually would; not quite a surprise, but not expected either.

Soon he was walking at an accelerated pace to the local burger place. He knew that the food was quite filling and whilst the price did leave something to be desired, the flavours would blend well and the meal would be big.

As soon as Haas stepped into the burger place, he noticed the temperature inside was a few degrees cooler and therefore more refreshing as outside all that could be felt was a dry, suppressing heat that should be avoided at all costs.

He also found himself undecided on what to order.

After a few minutes, he decided to give up and picked three burgers at random.

The staff that served Hass looked upon him with curiosity whilst processing his order.

Hass sat down and waited for his food to reach him.

The hunger was almost unbearable. It was reaching the point where he was considering eating the table.

It didn’t take long before he had his three big burgers in front of him.

He quickly grabbed the one closest to him without admiring it’s shimmering beauty and took a bite bigger than he ever had before.

There was too much food in his mouth. He couldn’t chew.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:03:94

A bit slower than the last two but still pretty close to being under ten minutes.
Huzzah?

Right now I should probably be studying, but I have a strong desire to eat as I haven’t had breakfast yet.

That probably influenced this story about the tough journey in search of food.

Maybe I’ll follow it up with a sequel.

Written in bed.

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About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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