I despise fish in all forms, and last night it was my turn to make the dinner. It was fish. Urgh. I can so relate to Bella...

Em, this is a bit random, actually. Oh well.


Date: 28th September

POV: Bella

Stimulus word: Fish supper


The fish's staring eye was dreadfully unnerving as I lifted the sharpened kitchen knife to decapitate the dead creature. It was blank and glassy, but it seemed to see me, and my knife. I deliberated for a moment, before lowering the weapon.

I scooped the fish into the bin with a repressed shudder, and pulled out the keys to my battered truck. There was a fish-and-chips shop in Forks.

Charlie would never know the difference…


(A/N: ON a side note, I have no idea if they have chippies in the USA. I'll just assume they do, for the purposes of this. Sorry, if they don't! :S )