Write a story inspired by the saying “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

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“Avenging Amy” by Ty Warmbrodt

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TW - Sex, Drugs, Violence, Suicide Amy Wells bounces as she’s plopped onto the bed. The motion causes the alcohol in her stomach to slosh and rise to the back of her throat. She’s dizzy and disoriented, not sure of where she is or how she got there. She never partied much in high school but decided to cut loose after being convinced by her roommate, Holly, that college was the time to do so. The Alpha Phi Kappa fraternity was hosting a party to kick off the school year, and where better to socialize and make some new friends. Amy was flatter...

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“No Whisk, No Reward” by Keleigh Hadley

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Maggie's hands moved with precision as she sliced through the crisp okra, the rhythmic sound of her knife against the cutting board echoing through the kitchen. The aroma of simmering collard greens and spicy fried chicken filled the air, a testament to the soul food legacy she was building at her restaurant, Sweet Home."Shawn, how's that cornbread coming along?" Maggie called out, her eyes never leaving the task at hand."Golden and perfect, Chef," Shawn replied, his deep voice carrying a hint of pride. "Just like everything else that comes ...

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“A Tale of Two Sisters” by Ralph Aldrich

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Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Valamire, twin sisters came into the world. Fern and Fawn. They weren’t identical; Fern had raven black hair, and Fawn’s hair was golden. Fern was the firstborn and considered herself the oldest, so she had assumed authority over Fawn. Fawn is gentle and kind, as well as unassuming. She willingly gave in to Fern’s demands. Their mother was happy the girls didn’t argue or fight and seldom saw any need for correction. On the other hand, their grandmother didn’t approv...

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“A Dish Best Served Cold” by Johanna L

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The invitation never came. Amelia had known it from the start. She could feel the tension building in her mother’s voice for weeks before the trip was even announced. “Your sister and I are going to Europe,” her mother, Brenda, said with a tone dripping in forced casualness. It wasn’t a question or an invitation. It was a declaration. Amelia tried to pretend it didn’t sting, but it always did. For years, she had been the one on the sidelines, while her mother poured all her affection and attention into Amelia’s sister, Grace. Grace, the gold...

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“The Perfect Recipe” by Kat King

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The Perfect RecipeIn the heart of New Orleans, where the smell of gumbo and jazz filled the air, there stood an unassuming restaurant named "Le Petite Crème." It wasn’t much to look at, just a narrow hole in the wall on Rue Dauphine, but anyone who knew the city’s culinary secrets knew that this was where you came for the best food in town. And it wasn’t just the gumbo or the jambalaya. It was the desserts, especially the pies, that kept people coming back.But behind those delicious creations was a story few knew. It was a story of betrayal,...

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“A Laughing Goddess Rhamnusia” by Wies Blaize

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She stood in the kitchen and dried her hands. It was a mechanical gesture before cooking dinner for her and her husband. She did so every evening for 40 years, as long as they had been married. They were not especially beautiful hands, short and fleshy, and firm. Strong hands, she thought while playing with the dry cloth. She then turned towards the kitchen unit and continued her activities while looking with one eye into the unfolded cookbook. “First, the soaked and skinned sweetbreads will be baked slowly in butter to firm them and to let...

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“Caviar and Plombir.” by Jim Gray

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Ten minutes after he walked through the door of Mama Babushka’s New York restaurant, he’d solved the case. Ash slid the old photo over the table to Mama. “Something tells me you and the body over there have more history than you are letting on, Mama.” He looked at his watch. It was now 2am. A couple of hours ago, Ash was settling down to watch the recorded highlights of the Jets game, a newly cracked bottle of Bud lay on the table in front of his sofa, where he would no doubt fall asleep tonight.He passed out on it most nights. The ones that...

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“Unremarkable Ends” by Amelia Corbeau

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Unremarkable white men have caused me more trouble in my life than any other demographic by far. I do not believe this to be a particularly unique or novel perspective, just one that deserves a featured mention, and consistent repeating. Moving on. I work as a registered dietitian, a nutritionist, except with more degrees and qualifications. I work in a hospital, with walls of glass and views of the bay. Clean lines, polished floors, and technology that is always being swapped out for something new and shiny. My last stop for the day is...

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“Black Creek: Messiah” by Jon Saviours

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[Log Entry 1: Pay Attention] You know that feeling when you're simultaneously the biggest and smartest person in the room, but you'd give anything to be neither? Welcome to my world.I'm Jacob Kane, and at 11 years old, I'm already pushing over six feet tall. Oh, and I have a brain that makes Einstein look like he's struggling with basic arithmetic. Fun times, right? As I duck my head to avoid decapitation by the school bus door frame (again), I can't help but wonder if the universe is playing some cosmic joke on me. I mean, who decided to p...

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“The Wizard Finds Love” by Lily Finch

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The story is about racial intolerance. In particular, the death of a man. Because of the colour of his skin, his occupation, and the ignorance of the cowardly men who show their true colours with their hatred. They hid their cowardice and dressed in white robes and hoods to carry out their actions of hatred. It is also about the abuse of power by those elected into government office, mayor, and police since they were instrumental in turning a blind eye to the attacks perpetrated by the KKK.**Please read to the very end.Troy Sampson, a negro ...

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“The Step-Daughter” by 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔩𝔲𝔭𝔢 𝔗𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯

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Content warning: Blood, a severed body part The stone walls of the banquet hall echo laughter and loud, drunken voices down the passage to where I stand waiting. My mother’s hands are warm against my bare shoulders. A server hurries out carrying an empty platter, and the breeze from his passing moves my clothing and cools my face. The next server stops at my mother’s word, and she enquires how drunk Herod is. The server’s face is stiff as he answers. He would not answer this question if any other person asked it. But he will answ...

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“Daddy's Favorite” by Elisa Welch

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Rachel stepped off the school bus warily, already listening for the angry bark of Daddy’s huge, black mutt, Peach. She walked up the driveway, walking as fast as she could, eyes wide and scanning the yard, so his daily lunge at her wouldn’t take her by surprise. Even with the rope that tethered him to the giant elm, and the fence that lined the driveway, the long walk from the road to the porch was a daily ordeal.But all was silent as she reached the front steps. She skipped the broken step, then crossed the grey wood porch, with its peeling...

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“Little by Little” by Jed Cope

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It’s the small things. Of course, it’s the little, seemingly insignificant things. Big things have a habit of being conspicuous. Big things are like grizzly bears. They don’t gradually insinuate themselves into your lives. They don’t delicately become a part of the very fabric of your life. They are either miles away in their usual habitat, or they are wrecking your home as they smash their way towards you, intent on eating you from the feet upwards, with no regard whatsoever for your pitiful screams. The neighbours may be banging on the wal...

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“Hot Pockets and Romance Don't Mix ” by Jackson Anhalt

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There are few things in life more sacred than a late-night snack. No one understands that better than a 911 dispatcher on their 13th graveyard shift in a row. I had barely sipped my fresh cup of coffee when the call came in. “911, what’s your emergency?” I asked, slipping into the well-practiced calmness of my professional voice. “He… he stabbed me,” came the panicked reply, the man’s voice shaky but clear enough to relay this was no joke. Stabbed. That word has a way of snapping you to attention. No matter how strange...

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“A Sweet, Cold Finish” by Diamond Ross

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It was over dessert—smoked brown butter ice cream accompanied by a delicious cornmeal pie—that I had decided to go through with my plan. It began, much as I presume this dish once had, as a concept I couldn’t quite wrap my head around. The idea formed as haphazardly as a child’s drawing. A stick-figure and delusional concept arrived in my brain, unwarranted, but curiosity kept the mind experimenting. The plan developed as thoughtfully as the flavors of this ice cream. I took a bite. There was a warmth to it. The spoon dipped into a glass jar...

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Write a story inspired by the saying “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

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✍️ 62 stories

“Avenging Amy” by Ty Warmbrodt

“No Whisk, No Reward” by Keleigh Hadley

“A Tale of Two Sisters” by Ralph Aldrich

“A Dish Best Served Cold” by Johanna L

“The Perfect Recipe” by Kat King

“A Laughing Goddess Rhamnusia” by Wies Blaize

“Caviar and Plombir.” by Jim Gray

“Unremarkable Ends” by Amelia Corbeau

“Black Creek: Messiah” by Jon Saviours

“The Wizard Finds Love” by Lily Finch

“The Step-Daughter” by 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔩𝔲𝔭𝔢 𝔗𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯

“Daddy's Favorite” by Elisa Welch

“Little by Little” by Jed Cope

“Hot Pockets and Romance Don't Mix ” by Jackson Anhalt

“A Sweet, Cold Finish” by Diamond Ross

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