Meat Stories

အသားများများ၊ ကားများများနဲ့ အရံဇာတ်ပို့လေး Arc 8ခုပါ

အကျဉ်းချုပ် - အတော်ဆုံးမုဆိုးဆိုတာ သားကောင်ပုံစံနဲ့ ပေါ်လာတတ်တာမျိုးပါ။ ကာမနတ်ဆိုးလေးတစ်ပါးသည် ကမ္ဘာများလှည့်လည်သွားလာရင်း သူရဲကောင်းများနှင့် ဇာတ်ပို့များအား မြှူဆွယ်လေသည်။ ပြီးနောက် သူ၏ ဆွဲဆောင်မှုအပြည့်ရှိသော ခန္ဓာကိုယ်ကို အသုံးချကာ အမျိုးသားအင်္ဂါများကို တစ်ခုပြီးတစ်ခု သိမ်းပိုက်ပါတော့သည်။ အထွေထွေမန်နေဂျာ၏ လက်ထောက်လေး (1 v 2) "ဥက္ကဋ္ဌကြီး... အား... အဲ့လိုမလုပ်ပါနဲ့..." ​"အဖေ့ဟာနဲ့ ငါ့ဟာ ဘယ်သူ့ဟာက ပိုကြီးလဲ" ​"အင်းဟင်း... နှစ်ယောက်လုံး အကြီးကြီးပဲ... နှစ်ယောက်လုံးတော့ များလွန်းတယ်လေ" ​ ဒါလေးကတော့ ကာမနတ်ဆိုးဆိုတဲ့အတိုင်း အပိုင်းတိုင်းက အသားကိုမှ ထူးခြားချက်က 5someပါ🫣 Paid complete ✅ Price - 3000ks Arc 5ခုပါ Tg acc - @icanbuyhere မှာ လာဝယ်လို့ရပါတယ်

Krusty-Krusty Franchises began a new partnership with a large farming conglomerate in the United States. But the company uses a brutal and inhuman approach to meat sources... cannibalism. They don't even have a farm in the US, all their food sources come from Thailand.

It was strange, really. How one simple object could connect two people by tugging at their emotions and inner-conflicts and using them to its advantage. Reaching the very deepest, drowned out parts of themselves and shining a light on them, whether they wanted it or not.

All of the Short Story here the genre is Sci Fi

This story isn't done yet I just decided to post this to see if I should keep on writing this story. Maya escapes a labor camp for teenagers. What she doesn't know is that she is going to come in contact with several life or death situations! New chapters coming soon!

E1 is the human-bred in love with his neighbor, as genetically supposed. Her father is E1's exact copy, and he turned into a man by the time of his 4th service year. What do they discover about the human-eating society? Will they find truth in their search?

Natasha was tired. Tired of a lot of things. Things were going to change. They had to. The determined set of her jaw confirmed it. She couldn't possibly have known there would be a whole new direction her life would go in. A direction that would leave her every day, well-worn path to "in the box thinking" unrecognizably out of sight. She took bereavement leave from B.F.D. Spending her days going to Earl Stroh's gun shop over on Archway Drive where she bought the Glock. Three, four times a week she made the ten minute, five mile subway ride. Fired off her anger and frustrations in the basement range under the store. Old plaid shirt, holey-kneed blue jeans and ratty sneakers. She'd run five or six ten round clips through the paper target fifteen yards away. She got better. She got good. Good enough after a few months to keep the pattern in a five inch circle center mass. It was her way of dealing with it. Getting out the frustration she felt inside at being cheated into living a life alone.