Some Disgusting Writing from 6RJ

As a means of practicing our creative writing skills, 6RJ endeavored to get gross with our latest prompt about finding some disgusting food in a fridge. The story was open ended, other than it had to start with “Whenever he mentions  Paris…” and had to include some nasty descriptive items that were in a fridge. Don’t plan on eating after reading these paragraphs.

Ugly Items by Campbell

Whenever he mentions Paris I mention the refrigerator. I mention what happened last time we went. It was fine until we got back. I looked in the refrigerator and this is what I saw: moldy apples, cheese and the dreaded sandwich with broccoli. Scared, I found an escape. I took a leaf blower that was oddly in the fridge and blew all of the yucky stuff into his face. He says after I explain the Paris incident, “we should get a leaf sucker then it would have hit me instead.”

6 Disgusting Things by Ben

Whenever he mentions Paris something goes wrong, so when he said “Let’s go to Paris” I freaked out. On the plane to Paris, it was pretty normal until I heard mayday mayday. I look to the side and the ____ was blowing smoke around. I started screaming and then… “Phew, it was just a dream”, John said as he woke up. John decided he was hungry, so he got up and went down to get some food from the fridge. “AHHHHHHHHH”. I screamed as I opened the fridge and slammed it shut. I got one of those laundry clips and stuck it on my nose and went back to the fridge. I opened it and I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was worse than my laundry, my sons room, or even the gym change room. Cockroaches were swarming over the vegetables and all the vegetables were brown. I looked for my dear cheese and I saw it alive. I held it in my hands and kissed it, but then I looked at the other side and dropped it on the floor. Then I saw something brown, mice poo!!! Under the mice poo was bread and whoo it stunk. I shut the fridge, and I didn’t know what to do! My wife is going to kill me I thought. I shut my eyes and when I opened them, I saw my wife in bed. Huh, that was a funny dream, in another dream!

Spoiled Rotten by Christie

Whenever he mentions Paris… Me and my friend were driving to the mall in her car. She suddenly asked, “Do you ever wonder what it is like in Paris?”. It all came back to me, you see, I went on a vacation to Paris 2 years ago. Beautiful landscapes and tall buildings. My hotel room was decent I guess. As I sat in the room watching T.V. during a big storm, only understanding a few words they were saying, the lights and T.V. blacked out. I found a flashlight, but the batteries were dead. Then I looked at the refrigerator and it went berzerk!  Instead of being cold, it was turning hot! “Uh-Oh” I thought to my self, but I stayed calm. Two days passed and the storm kept going. No food, no power, no ANYTHING! The rotten food suddenly looked good, even the moldy cheese and moldy leftovers from the best restaurant in Paris. “No,no, I can’t eat it.” I kept repeating to my self. But I was too hungry to care. So I ate all the food, even drank the sour milk. I felt light-headed and passed out……..My eyes flickered open to find myself in a hospital room. “Wha-? What happened?” I asked the doctor. “You passed out because the rotten food was too much for your body and you passed out,”explained the doctor, “But we gave you nutrition shots so you will be fine, you will stay here for two days and…”But the doctor’s voice grew fainter and fainter until….”Hello? Hello? WAKE UP!” I heard a faint noise. My eyes opened to see my friend hovering over me. “Wow you were in a deep sleep.” My friend explained. “Just one suggestion, NEVER eat rotten food.” I suggested. “Okay….”My friend said weirdly. Great, now she thinks i’m weird.

Welcome Home by Sahra

Whenever he mentions Paris I think of the past week I spent touring France. I went to the top of the Eiffel Tour, walked up all the steps at Sacré Cœur, and I even tried foie gras! This my most memorable vacation. I wish I could have stayed longer. I wasn’t looking forward to coming home. What made it even worse was the mess I found when I entered the house. The inside of my house smelt like a compost bin. The living room was littered with mounds of moody cheese, brown banana peels were scattered all over the kitchen, remnants of what looked like seafood pasta(fish and prawns) clung to the outside of the fridge. It looked like a tornado had blown through the kitchen! When I opened the fridge I was greeted by the smell of rotten eggs. A jar of exploded sauerkraut lay on the top shelf, soaking in month old milk. The smell was nauseating. I took a deep breath, and out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. My heart skipped a beat. Was there someone in my house? I slowly made my way back to the living room, only to see the tail of an animal disappear onto the porch. I screamed!

A Trip Gone Rotten by Kristjana

Whenever he and mentions Paris. He of course,is my dad. For my 18th birthday he decided to take me on a trip to Paris. It was perfect and organized, the plane ride, the car we rented and the perfect hotel room. Well almost perfect. I want to put our drinks in the little-cutesy-wutsey mini refrigerator, and when I opened it up,my heart skipped a beat. I screamed for dad, just to remember that he was in the lobby getting our bags. When I calmed down I looked inside again and saw six utterly revolting items.

1: A rat, a moulding rotten dead rat.

2: Steak, I looked a little closer at it, and I saw little wormy things.

3: Spinach, the spinach looked ok, but still spinach is gross.

4: A millipede, it was extremely disgusting,and still alive,moving all it’s little legs.

5: Sour cream soup? At least, that’s what I thought it was, I couldn’t tell, all I knew was that it was white,rotten and kinda like sludge.

Now for number

6: A mushy pear. Well, it was so mushy you could have called it pear-sauce.

When dad came back we had to take our bags,drinks and food and evacuate the room. I will never ever go to Paris again, and I promise to always mute dad’s voice when he talks about it.

The End

Worst Vacation Ever by Connor C

Whenever he mentions Paris, I get so angry. I go to my room and slam the door. Let me explain why, a couple of months ago…

“Done” I called as I put the last of my t-shirts in my suitcase. “Just in time too. Hop in the car, we’re going to the airport!” called my dad from down stairs. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, ran outside and hopped in the car. After a SUPPPPPPPPPPPER long and boring flight, we landed in Paris. After checking out our cabin for the vacation, we went fishing. My little brother LOOOOOOVES bugs and getting all messy, so he just played with some worms and a mud ball while me and dad were fishing. When we got home, it got to be a real mess. My brother was out in the backyard playing. “Hey Connor, can you keep an eye on your brother?” called my dad. “OK” I replied. I walked out onto the deck and stepped right in a mud pile full of worms that my brother brought home. “Eww” I said, wiping my foot clean. I went to go sit down to watch my brother, and sat on a slug. “Eww” I said again. I got up, fell and spilt a bucket of muddy water from the lake, all over my head. “How can today get any worse” I murmured. So I got up showered myself down and came to see dinner was ready. “I found some crab and fish in the fridge from the last people here” said dad. So we ate rotten fish and rotten crab for dinner. “So today did get worse” I murmured.  And that was the worse vacation I’ve ever went on.