Writers block (A Story) by Drgong

Had a bit of writers block, so I wrote this up real quick.

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“Look Stan, this is a great story, but who would believe in this, and more importantly, who would BUY it”

Stan looked at his editor, his shoulders drooped, and he knew that all that hard work had failed. His novel wasn’t going to get published in “Amazing Stories”.

“Look, I know it far fetched, I mean, 50-50 split between men and women, women having full rights from birth, and off in the stars exploring, but its a good story.”

“Look, I don’t mind the space bit, but the whole idea that people eat a non-intelligent animal meat, I mean, who would want to eat a pig, they good for getting mushrooms in France, but you don’t EAT a pig. Thats, gross, and not in the gross that will sell magazine covers. I mean, if your going to write a space story with equality with women, at least have them eating aliens. Look, I know what, you worked hard on this story, its a GOOD story, but I can’t publish it. Here, go down on the town on me” And the editor handed stan $100 New Dollars and stan walked out admiring her ass.

It was cold, and Stan wrapped himself up in his scarf and looked at the city. all the people walking around. soon he was walking forward, thinking about how he was the lucky man, he was male, a 1 in a 1000 in humanity, a blessed male. Sure with the cloning vats they could turn out millions, but only females, male clones never worked, and the birth rate of males was quite depressing. However with his status came benefits. Looking at the blond business women sitting across from him, with a quick scan of his PDA, he could get her citizen number, with the citizen number, he could get the paperwork, and with the paperwork, he collect her. Use her as he wished, and then after snuffing her, eating on her remains. Or he could if he wished “poach” her, grab her and if he got her body inside his doorway, she was forfeit. even if the police arrived, the police would just fine him $200. His daydream paused when he saw her ring. She was a wife or a mother of a male, or worked a essential job. Exempt. anyways, it was his time to get off the subway and look for a bar.

Bars where always unique, normally he just wanted a quiet drink, but as a male he always caught attention. as he sat there he could feel the womens eyes drilling him. No female with him, and every girl dreamed of getting married. He talked to a few girls, simple minded girls, mostly vatborn, not really catching anything of note, except one girl, of apparent Jewish extraction caught his eye. As the dark hair girl went back to talk with her girlfriends, he heard her say “Just a writer of bad fiction, still, a guy, but you know..” and a laugh, Stan smiled, he had her Citizen ID, and he added it to his list of potential orders.

“Hello Mister, is this seat taken?”

Stan was about to get up, and turned, and he smiled.

“Please sit…”

the girl was gorgeous, long brown hair, full lips, compact and thin body. Soon he found out more, trained as a dancer, french, and Stan felt himself quickly enjoying her company. He offhand metioned his story, the girl laughed, not like the usual, but then quickly added “My grandfather told me that back in the famine of ‘12 he had to eat a pig. said it tasted a lot like a young girl.”

Two hours later, Stan was sitting on his couch, Marie’s sweaty body over him, her smiling as they had just made love. she went into the kitchen, and stan debated. Then with his mind made, he picked up her bra and fallowed her in, and as soon as she put the milk back in the fridge, her bra was around her neck.

He looked at Marie, a tear running down her face.

“I saw how empty your freezer is, I guess you want to fill it?”

“Sorry Marie, I am old fashioned, something my grandpa told me, best to know what you eat.”

Pushing his dick into her, the bra was pulled tight, Marie fought, but there was no way her 110 pound frame could fight Stan 220 of weight. her face quickly went from red, to blue, to purple. Then her life was gone.

Three hours later, when Stan was putting the last bits in the freezer, he knew that the editor was right, no one would want to eat a pig. that was gross. Turning on his computer he did the paperwork to order that nice Jewish looking girl, he was right, Vatborn in Israel. He pressed the final “ok” and he knew in the morning she would be served with her conversion papers. He just needed to get back to writing.