Choconu P5: Done and DoneChoconu RevealedBarrel-o-TF
Part 5: Done and Done
The factory carried on around them as James smirked at Sweets. The camera stared back unblinking.
Motors whirred as liquid chocolate was pumped into the molding machinery. Oil dripped into a collection pan from a joint in a pipe. A periodic loud BANG echoed through the room as the molds were struck, ejecting their tiny chocolates onto a belt. Sections of foil were sliced off a roll as a machine wrapped them at a speed of 80 per minute. Candy tumbled off a conveyor belt into a massive sack held aloft on a hoist, waiting to be transported to packaging. Fallen pieces that hit the floor were swept to an open chute to be defoiled, purified, remelted, and sent back to molding.
A never-ending system. A mass producer of sheer bliss - and today, of terror. There might be a dozen ways for one to meet their end here - or a hundred? A thousand? Perhaps countless ways to go out in a chocolate factory. Part of James regretted he'd used his victims
Smooth as Silk Ch. 4RuuRuu-Chan
Smooth as Silk
By: Aurora Collins
Disclaimers: I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters associated with it. I'm only borrowing the characters to amuse myself and hopefully others. ^__^
Ch. 4 Downpour
The torrent of the rainstorm still loomed outside, casting dreary clouds over the sky. The power had flickered out hours ago due to the storm that raged outside. Sesshomaru had fallen asleep long before the electricity came into question. All the while, Kagome was at her kitchen table by candle light. Her sewing kit was strewn about as she worked vigorously trying to fix Sesshomaru’s pants.
She thought she could make the pants into shorts and use the extra material to expand the waist line to fit him. Kagome had taken his measurements previously to ensure that there were no mistakes. She had to admit that she was not the best at sewing and had to take her time to complete her task.
Kagome hissed as the needle stabbed her fingertip once more, “Damn.”
Her fingers and
Choconu P4: Shaped and StuffedChoconu RevealedBarrel-o-TF
Part 4: Shaped and Stuffed
The girls ran.
Past conveyor belts where machines deposited chocolate into molds, up and down mezzanines where massive whirring machines below wrapped individual pieces with foil, between giant mixing kettles filled with liquid caramel, each of them appearing as lethal as the man following after them.
But they didn't know where they were going. Sweets was gone and there were no exit signs - for in this factory there were no workers. And this complex was enormous.
"Where are we?" Mary panted, taking a break to lean on a railing.
Brittany looked almost ready to keep running and leave her behind, but seeing her new friend stop to take a breath seemed to make her realize how tired she was too. She looked around nervously as Tiff stood by, waiting.
"I don't know," Brittany said. "I don't know how we'll get out of here. But we stand a much better chance as long as we stick together."
"Yeah," Tiff agreed. "You know, I was thinking... there ar