the writing is good but the story is a bit boring

The drone was hovering above the christmas mass. Holy communion was almost over. It was packed, men women and children. Father o’malley was placing the final wafer of communion bread on the tongue of an elderly woman when suddenly there was a giant flash of orange and a deafening bang. No, it wasn’t a bomb. The drone had been shot with an rpg by an alter boy. Everyone screamed and panic broke out.

Father o malley threw off his priest robes and pulled out a sidearm pistol, firing 5 perfectly aimed shots at the smoldering drone. ‘EVERYBODY OUT’. the masses ran for their lives. The stained glass windows shattered as a swat team crashed in, aiming their guns at o’malley and the alter boy and spraying rounds. They took cover behind the alter and returned fire, throwing a couple of grenades. O’malley turned to the alter boy with a defeated look on his face. ‘Run boy, destroy the documents’. He stood up and sprayed rounds with his pistol as the young boy ran away.

The firepower of the swat team was too much, and o’malley fell to the ground, writhing and squirming as they pumped him with lead. An eerie silence fell over the place. A swat commander walked up to the body, and let out a sigh. ‘Your times done o’malley. Your secret plan to storm the vatican and declare yourself pope is over. I underestimated you, i thought our suirvellane drone was foolproof. Well played old man, but the jig is up’. He spat on o’malleys body and walked away.

its max 300 words mate

in the year 2076, the strange message left on peoples forehead post the rapture was finally translated. it said 'do not harvest, not fit for consumption'. but it was a bit late. humans were already being harvested and consumed on a mass industrial scale. you could buy a human sandwich, a human ice cream cone, and controversially, a human hummus.

the lord of neo-humanity, fulwick poltergiest, sat and pondered the message whilst eating a foot. he decided it was gods sick twisted joke, one final poke in the eye. he cursed god and threw the foot to the ground, where it was quickly feasted upon by his famished slaves. 'i will have my restitution, he said'. he ordered 100 new human farms to be built, and for the number of humans bread for consumption and harvesting to increase 100 fold.

but it was too late. once the human livestock had heard that the rumours about the forehead message was true, they immeditately went into open revolt, rioting through the farms and the hummus factories and destroying equiptment. they took several hostages and demanded fulwick stand down as lord of neo-humanity. falwick stood firm, and kept the rebels guessing by using mind control laser beams from his neo castle. in the end, the livestock gave in to hunger and started to cannabalise themselves, in a twist of bitter irony.