An example of my writing

Just to give you a taste of the kind of thing I’ll be sharing, here’s a chunk of a chapter from a story I wrote in 2020. My lovely partner Luce suggested the idea and I was totally obsessed with it and had to write it straight away!  In the story there is some kind of extra-terrestrial entity possessing people which uses up their energy stores to survive so they get instantly ravenously hungry and the only way to survive is to keep eating until the entity is forced out!

here’s one of my favourite scenes, where my favourite OC has been possessed:

......She couldn't stop, she just couldn't. The thought of ever stopping filled her with dread.

She forced the last lump of chocolate cake into her mouth and swallowed it down after barely chewing it, feeling it slide down her throat and fall into her ravenous stomach.  For a second - just an itty bitty split segment of a second - she felt a glorious moment of relief, like for a single instant her body was contented and full. But just a split second – another itty-bitty split segment of a second later - the hunger pangs returned with gusto and she heard another angry growl rumble from inside her gut.

“Please,” she whispered to no one, “I can't take much more of this.”

 The hunger was dragging her deep down into a hole of despair. She'd never felt hunger pains like them before. Not when Adam kept her without food all day, nor when Keats left her abandoned and tied up for a day and a half, nor in the months after Robin's death when she survived more or less on scotch and fumes.

She picked up the last slice of cake and took a large bite of it, swallowing it down as fast as she could. She'd gone for the cake first because she was trying to find something that was big, bulky and easy to swallow down without a lot of chewing. It was a rare occurrence where Kim's focus hadn't been on enjoying the taste of her food. No matter how big her portions, she always savoured each mouthful. Her love of food went far beyond a fetish thing, it was a fundamental part of her being.

She had often suspected, she reflected as she forced another chunk of the slice into her mouth and gulped it down at speed, that she experienced a more intense pleasure sensation to the tongue from the flavours of her favourite food to most people. Maybe that was mixed up into her fetish somewhere, she didn't know. All she did know was that sometimes the flavours of food alone could send her falling so far towards heaven that she might as well just show up at the Railway Arms.

But this was different. This wasn't about wanting to eat, this was about needing to with a desperate, primal urge to fill her belly to its capacity then keep on stuffing more on the top. This was a hunger like she'd never felt in her life. It ravaged her with pain and desperation, it tormented her with its severity and it wouldn't give her any respite, not even for a minute.

Not aside from that itty-bitty split segment of a second that she felt another mouthful of cake fall into her stomach, at least.  Then, in a heartbeat, it was back again.

There was something wrong with her, there had to be. She hadn't really known that until the moment she fled the office and the first thing she did was run to the canteen. She was glad to find it empty, the preparation for lunchtime not yet begun and she had zeroed in on the fridge.

While she was working her way through the two-thirds of a cake left in the fridge from the day before, she found her mind linking up the situation with what happened to the others and a horrible realisation had started to dawn over Kim. She could feel it now. She hadn't before but now she could sense it; the being inside of her, snaking its control through every cell in her body, stealing what it needed, doing its best to take control. And yet, Kim didn't feel controlled. Even with the rate at which food was disappearing inside of her she didn't feel that was the alien's doing.

Quite the opposite, actually. She felt sure the alien was only being angered by it, which didn't even make sense. Surely energy was what it needed? She had no idea why she'd lasted so long, so much longer than David's two-minute burn-out and Rhona's run toward CID, but she had a feeling she was nearing the end of her luck. She felt weak and her limbs were growing floppy. It was harder and harder to sit upright now. She kept drooping to one side occasionally and had to work hard at staying sat up.

Aside from anything, her stomach was making that difficult. Despite the ravenous sense of hunger raging throughout it, she was increasingly aware of exactly how full and round she was growing. She felt like she was on the verge of hitting capacity and that, she feared, would be the moment her luck ran out.

She pressed the back of her hand to her lips as she gave a humongous belch that couldn't be kept quiet. There was a part of her deep down that cried out in humiliation as she let her gas break free, but that side of her was buried beneath her need for survival and the desperate compulsion to keep on eating for as long as she possibly could. The shifting of the gas released space in her stomach for more food, and that bought Kim another few minutes.

“Oh god,” she groaned, clutching her stomach as the hunger pangs and the gluttonous stomach ache she was developing met in the middle, causing all manner of horrendous gurgling noises from her swollen gut, but in the end the hunger side won out and she had no choice but to pile in more food.

“Got to be... something...” she mumbled, reaching into the fridge and pulling out an orange which she ejected across the canteen at high speed, triggered by the whole memory of Jack’s dumb fucking challenge. Instead she found a big block of cheese and her hand scrambled around on the side for something to cut it with. She grabbed a knife and brought it down to the ground where she used it to cut big chunks of cheese, jamming as much in her mouth as she could safely fit in one go before washing it down with gulp after gulp of ice-cold milk. She pressed a hand to her bloated tummy and flinched. Why did it feel so hard and heavy when she still felt as empty as the fridge was starting to look.

Her hand felt around on the countertop surface again until she found a bag of bread rolls and pulled them down to the floor, immediately  tearing big chunks of soft, white bread with her teeth and swallowing them down as fast as she could. She didn’t even bother chewing them, she just had to get them inside her. The pressure in her packed stomach was truly getting to breaking point and there was a severe pain spreading out beneath her ribcage. She gave a groan of discomfort which turned slowly into a pained yelp and eventually her noises of suffering were broken by a rather gurgly belch that tasted of chocolate cake and milk.

Her hand ran back and forth across her tummy in broad strokes, terrified of being seen but desperate to find relief in any way that she could. She was used to her tummy working quite violently after a big meal but she had literally never felt her stomach so ready to tear her food apart. She could feel every single thing going on inside of her and hear it, too. Oh god, what if she did make it through this? She was never going to live this down. Eventually someone was going to find her and she was either going to be a moth-eaten skeleton or they were going to find her full, fat and gassy. She couldn't decide which of those options would be worse.

There was a strange feeling inside of her and somewhere between shovelling a chunk of cheese in her mouth and rubbing her aching gut she became aware that her stomach was starting to feel peculiar, but this time it had nothing to do with the food or the hunger. It felt like a burning sensation.  at first she confused it with heartburn but it felt too far down. Her hand pressed around the area and to her dismay she could feel it was hot to the touch. Whatever kind of creature was inside of her, she could feel it. She could feel its heat emanating out from inside her. Or was that her own heat? Was she being burned from the inside out too?

The intensity of the burning grew and with a cry of frustration Kim forced another mouthful down into her stomach which groaned painfully, now far past its fullest capacity. All at once a number of peculiar things occurred. The first was that the heat grew to unbearable proportions and Kim felt sure she was about to spontaneously combust. The second was the cripplingly strange feeling that ran through Kim's body. It felt like... like dying. Like death. Like strangulation... no, suffocation. She closed her eyes and gave a moan of discomfort as she felt the sensation running through her body and started to fear the worst but with an instance of relief she realised those weren't her sensations she was feeling.

They were the entity's.

She swallowed and tried to focus her thoughts, which was increasingly difficult when her stomach both gnawed at her demandingly and whined at her for pity after being so grossly overfed. It wasn't a sensation that was completely unfamiliar to Kim. She was used to sensing the death that those around her had suffered but now she was feeling something die inside of her. How or why she didn't know, but for whatever reason it was having difficulty draining Kim the way it had drained the others and the more she ate the more it seemed to starve the creature.

She felt so tired, so weak. It wasn't going to be long before her body gave up. She could feel the ground calling for her. This was all she could do, one last stand. She picked up another block of cheese and forced it into her mouth, chewing a little harder now. She found it increasingly difficult to swallow the food now that she was on the verge of exploding but somehow she managed it. She felt it tumble down and lurk just outside of her belly for a moment, as though she just might not be able to accept one morsel, more but with a groan and a cramp of pressure she felt it enter her tummy and the heat only increased.

Oh god... it's close... it's close to the end now...

She hoped and prayed, begging that she could just keep going a little longer, just wait it out, force it to end its days before it could hurt anyone else but with the worst flash of heat to the abdomen that Kim could have imagined the alien burst out from inside of her and shot through the back of the canteen, down the fire escape and toward uniform below.

The moment Kim realised the creature had fled she felt her heart crash inside her chest and she let out one loud, pained sob. No, no, why couldn't she have just kept it there a few minutes more?! Deep down she knew the reason why. The entity cared as much for its own survival as Kim did for hers. She couldn't blame it for that.

She felt her chest jolt with one very violent and painful hiccup, then a quake of hunger mixed with the full impact of her gluttony struck her at once. No longer masked by the alien, she could feel every single ounce of food inside her gut, pressing against her, trying to force its way through. She pressed her hand against her rounded belly and fell sideways, too drained to do anything but clutch her middle and moan. She heard the footsteps and angry voices heading in her direction the moment her head hit the ground. There was a moment of quiet, dreaded acceptance that she was about to be found and there was no ending to the situation that didn't lead to Kim facing the most humiliating day of her life.

She let her eyes close and felt bubbles force their way up through her windpipe. She was too tired to do anything to stop it escaping and so it slipped out, just at the moment two sets of footsteps skidded in through the doorway.

.......I have plenty more like this to share and sooo many ideas to write in the future!