THE YELLOW BLOB
I chucked the yellow blob in my mouth and strawberry flavors bounced everywhere. It slid down my neck and my belly twisted like a toilet getting flushed. I was going for a second one but then the flavours stopped. My belly burst out the yellow blob, but it wasn't yellow. It was green and squishy. I was going to pick it up, but I didn't like the smell. The smells were like face planting into cow poop. I scooped the green squishy blob in my mouth and chewed, but the flavours didn’t tasted the same.
As the smell lingers in the air I refused to put the disgusting mess in my mouth. The blob bounced and bonged around on my taste buds. They screamed get this off us! It’s disgusting okay
As the strawberry flavoured blob falls out of my hand reuben runs out to the fountain. The final pieces of roughly textured cheese were placed in my mouth. The crumbly blob was laughing at me as I placed the yellow crumble on my tongue. The crumble dissolved straight away. Flavours fired in my mouth as fast as a sniper.
An unusual smell filled my nose. I clasped the curdled rectangular red bull flavoured substance in my quivering hand it felt cold and solid My small tastebuds scream in agony as the flavours slosh around. My mind was reasoning about why it had to be strawberry flavoured cheese? My tummy was gurgling every swallow I took. Finally, after a drink of shimmering water the taste abandons my mouth.
As I dropped the ice cream looking substance into my mouth the flavours burst around. It was salty and tangy. I loved the flavours bouncing around in my mouth. It was smooth and light and smelt like whipped cream and mayonnaise i went back for more the second one was packed with even more punch.
My eyes want to eat but my stomach isn’t too sure. The rough spiky edges feel like I am being poked lightly with a pin. It stretches like warm soft tar.I slap the gushy mixture into my mouth. The flavours burst. First I taste sweet then I taste sour, then mouldy. I swallow. It feels like my throat is sending a warning to my stomach “Watch out”. My eyes open. It has disappeared
As I put the crumbly substance into my gob, my tummy sunk like a water hole. Blue blobs ground into my taste buds making my breath grow strong and rotten.The shrivelled fungus took over my mouth.
The smell of the red bull was like strawberry. I got excited to eat the wonderful smelling thing but when I tasted it was like vomit trying to get out. I got a piece of it to go down my throat but it was too late. Too had to come out. I ran outside. I didn’t know where the vomit went. I spat out the red bull cheese and went back inside.
As the smell lingers in the air the white object appears in my hand as it travels at high speeds to my mouth. The sweat on my forehead starts to drip to the ground as the ivory substance interacts with my tastebuds instantly making a connection as they tell me to go back for more.
The blue piece of food crumbles into my mouth “as I chew I think to myself this tastes like vomit”. It is squishy as it is pushed up against my tongue. My taste buds went crazy. They were jiggling and wriggling around like they had ants in there pants. And it filled my mouth with disgust.
When I saw the dotted triangles in the white bowl, the feeling of dread came over me. As I picked up the triangle blob I shuddered with fear. When I placed the black dotted substance in mouth my taste buds jumped up and down like a bubble.
As I got the smooshy piece. it crumbled in my hand. I smelt like macaroni pasta. So I eat the smooshy piece. it squashed in my mouth and I swallowed it. The smooshy piece felt like a mushy banana in my mouth.
As I tentatively opened my mouth, the tiny crumbles of white creamy looking blobs grinned at me. My eyes bulged as the pieces of white square figures jumped around the round bowl yelling “Pick me!”.
It smelt like mayonnaise mixed with a bit of sourness. It felt like ice cream but it was warmer and crumblier.
Finally it was time to eat it.
Three two one. Foul taste worried me. My mouth was swelling up as the rotten cube slid across the grooves of my tongue.The blue cube wanted to escape my slimy mouth. Suddenly as half of the cube slid down my throat, my face looked like a dried apricot. The remaining cubes made my stomach crumble and try to heave the cubes out.
Nervously my fingers edged away. The oreo texture is nothing like the flavour. As I chewed down, as the skunk flavour fills my mouth. My face swells. My eyes water. ‘The cheese is made of vomit!’ I think. The flavour is unbearable. I need to spit it out but I can’t. On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst, the disgusting blue cheese would be 10 or 11.