I Am Wanting To Get Some Fragments Published

or they may never see the light of day and that would be sad.

So here is one idea I was working on:

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“Oh my god,” she sputtered as she stood, slime and other fluids dripping from her body. “Oh my god. You can’t do this to people. You can’t do this to me,” she yelled.  She was a five and a half foot tall young blond woman, rather excessively top heavy.

She had just crawled back up the fourteen feet of tight snake throat. Somehow she had pushed herself through the stomach sphincter and crawled back up to safety, still drenched in stomach acids which were slowly dissolving her hair and thicker skin deposits. The hair between her legs was already gone, what little there had been of it, and her skin beginning to become a bright pink.

Andy, the thirty long talking anaconda, had felt her climbing back up his throat and had let her do so. It was the first time a swallowed woman had managed to do so, and he was curious to see what would become of it. After all, he had seen her walking by the side of the road. He had knocked her down, coiled her, writhed around her to strip off what little clothing she had been wearing and then, ignoring her terrified screams, had swallowed her whole and alive. When she had reached his stomach, she had been a very satisfying meal and he had looked forward to digesting her alive over a period of twenty four to forty eight hours – through most of which she would remain alive.

“Well, I had just done that to you,” he replied reasonably. “I had eaten you up.”

She was clutching her gigantic breasts to herself, hiding the high nipples away in a small attempt to maintain some dignity. She made no attempt to hide between her legs. “No,” she yelled. “I’m a person, I’m a woman, I’m a human being,” she stuttered. “I’m not food! I’m a person!”

“Well, no,” he said, still quietly and calmly against her building hysteria. “You are food, so I swallowed you alive. If you didn’t have a uterus you wouldn’t be on the menu.” He was edging closer to her again, pushing her slowly back to the growling line of cars that were going by on either side of the road. They weren’t stopping. Any and all of the drivers had seen some woman or another being eaten alive by some animal or creature by the roadside, it didnt’t even register any more. In the last month when there had been a rash of women being swallowed alive by goats, not a single driver could remember seeing such a thing happen, even when they had had to carefully drive through herds of goats harrassing and eating entire crowds of panicked women who were desperately trying to escape their terrible fate.

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Fraggie one, written in Notepad and saved. I have to work on this one a lot. It has potential.

Anne