My Little meatball

I lay on the spaghetti covered in sauce. My round figure was not so round anymore. My whole life I've been waiting for this moment, and it has finally arrived.

I was being served with thin, angle haired spaghetti, with extra tomato sauce. A lovely couple was sharing me and smiling to into each others eyes. They were adorable with each other, and I was exited to have the privilege to be getting eaten by such a lovely pair.

But, they pushed me around and went for the spaghetti. They slurped, and slurped, across the same string if pasta. Finally, their lips touched and it became a magical make out scene.

I was slouch a lonely meatball, I wanted love like this.

"Why can't I have a meatball girlfriend?"

"You can." A soft voice whispered.

I turned my head and saw a womanly ball roll toward me.

She smirked. "All my life I have been waiting for a meatball for you to come around."

She neared more toward me.

"I lo-" My words were soon interrupted by a large for coming down and scooping her away, leaving me alone . . . . again.

I continued to roll myself back and forth . . . . waiting for my life to finally hit me. And then it did.

I was being chewed. The pain hurt, but it was also rather relieving. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. The rush, the waiting . . . . It's all coming to me.

Rumors always stated that being eaten sucked, but I disagree. It's a pleasure to be chewed on. Knowing that somebody cared for you enough to eat you. . . . the feeling is indescribable.

I believe I was finally in the stomach. A rumble sounded, and I found myself swooshing all around. He was going to blow.

I prepared myself for the man to throw up, and he did. It was like a water slide. Well, except it wasn't water and it smelt horrible.

The man who had eaten me spat.

"THAT MEATBALL WAS BAD!" He screamed.

I shed a tear. Nobody loved me, I would forever be worthless.

I felt my small meatball eyes fade. . . . I was dying.