Start or end your story with two people discussing an important matter over a meal.

Posted in Dramatic on Sep 27, 2024

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“The Unbearable Lightness of Being Blue” by Jules D'Arcy

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IAn Epicurean Tour of The United Provinces of Spitzbergen The year... well, the precise year escapes me, as does much that happened on that peculiar voyage. What remains, cemented onto memory with briny permanence, is the lingering sense of desolation and the undeniable pull of the archipelago known as The United Provinces of Spitzbergen. A land of unremitting gray, an outpost birthed from cartographical mistakes, a place where melancholia bloomed more freely than the sparse wildflowers clinging to the wind blasted cliffs. Let me not dwell ...

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“The alphabet killer ” by Jhordanne Hayles

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TW: The story contains mature themes: Sexual violence, Murder, Mental illness “I poisoned your food.” I pause eating and look up at my husband, William, who by profession is a chef. He cooks our meals everyday, he hates eating out. He doesn’t trust people to make his food for him after his sister poisoned their father. “What do you mean?” I asked confused. “Who are you?”. William looks me in my eyes as he questions me. William and I have been married for 4 years. I walk...

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“The Trampling Artist ” by Tamara Mallia

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A wooden chair. A wooden table. A wooden spoon. All is well in the world. For what we strip from the Earth will be replenished. A vital life source. There are no sacrifices to be made. For our sole existence in this world is to provide, and nourish. Nobody is starving in this world. And yet, what about those whose gluttonous greed submerges those that are desperately starving for even a morsel of food? Has the Earth’s resources been exploited? To the point of no return? Why do we kill? Why do we survive, here on this Earth? Is it our c...

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“Cheers” by Jake Hailey

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“I’m gonna put in drink orders,” Mark said to the waiter. “But I want you to ignore those. Instead, bring out a bottle of champagne. Something French—like a Canard-Duchêne, or I don’t know…something I can’t pronounce. Something fancy, I guess?” The waiter raised an eyebrow the same width and color as his stencil-thin mustache. “Special occasion?” The waiter said in a flat, Midwestern intonation. The way every Midwesterner feels the need to ask a polite though prying question whenever given any sort of instruction. No accent; that w...

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“Daybreak Diner” by James A. Irving

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DAYBREAK DINER I pulled up in the yard at Aunt Mary’s Hometown Eats, early; black ravens and white gulls squabbled around the dumpster beside the kitchen door. My brother was already there in the late September predawn, waiting out front beside his eco-lovers’ Tesla. Just off the morning ferry from the city, he didn’t belong. Locals like me wore boot-cut blue jeans and ball caps; Jerry was in black skinny jeans and a fedora. We both wore plaid flannel shirts, open and untucked, over T-shirts, but his T was black. We’ve both gone grey, years ...

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“Carrion Eaters” by Erin Kelley

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The private dining room of Zann’s Gastronomy was opulent in the kind of timeless way that only money can make look trendy in a decade. A lone business-man sat at the massive live oak table, thoughtlessly popping a canape into his mouth from a silver tray as he scrolled through a text message on his smartwatch. He smiled as he turned to the singular entryway, a mahogany door stained black on the opposite side of the room, seconds before it burst open to the sight of flailing converse. A burly man came into the room, man-handling a much smalle...

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“The love of cooking” by David Nutt

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“A Big Red Tale” by Melinda Eiselt

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Hard conversations were always served with a hot meal on the Orion’s Heart. The ship’s dining hall was decorated to tell the story about the crew’s origins; each member’s home world and culture were represented on a mural behind the long table. Other than offering the comforting ambiance of home, it was also one of the few places where even Orion couldn’t see or hear - unless he was present in the form of his projection.“We have to see the surface of this planet for ourselves. If we can confirm that there is no complex life on it yet, it cou...

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“THE LAST LUNCH” by Tatjana Jancic

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THE LAST LUNCHThe meals in our house were used as a fighting arena where my brother would pick a fight with Dad over the most trivial matters to vent his frustrations and anger over God knew what and made us want to run far away from their vicious exchanges of cataclysmic proportions. Their specialty were fights during Christmas Eve dinners and Easter lunches – the solemn occasions were ruined, the past holidays viewed as unpleasant events we tended to forget as soon as possible and the forthcoming celebrations were anticipated with apprehen...

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“A Recipe For Love” by Bill Davis

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A RECIPE FOR LOVE Ingredients. Joe Aramitz moved quickly from counter to refrigerator to stove to counter again. Although he was not a cook, he had invited Miller Sanders for their first dinner in his home. Millers was four years younger than his thirty years, a pretty blonde with wide blue eyes, an athletic body, and an intelligent discerning wit. She worked part time at an insurance office and wrote columns for the weekly county newspaper. Joe was a realtor with FastPace Realty, a position he had held for going on eight y...

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“Its Deeper Than That” by B Vathsalaa

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“It’s always never that serious to you, is it?” Jennifer had been dreading this conversation but had hoped she’d be wrong about it. The peace she’d promised herself to maintain throughout this discussion with her mother seemed to already be waning. Jennifer sat across from her mother, a middle-aged woman, smartly dressed in a white jumpsuit with a plunging neckline, her graying hair pulled back into a loose bun on top of her head. What separated them were two bowls of salad, two glasses of red wine, and a decorative candle, its flame fl...

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“Somethings Never Change” by John Britto

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Somethings Never Change The ornate antique bell jingled when the heavy glass door to the Happy Family Café opened—just as it had for over forty years. Jane Griffen peered over her glasses to see who had entered. She glanced at the wall clock behind the counter and pursed her lips for the hundredth time that morning, then lowered her head and resumed reading the Brookville Village Gazette. Not to learn anything, but to stop people from wondering why she was sitting alone in the crowded dining room with no one to talk with or anything to do....

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“The many types of intimacy ” by Rosa Arlotto

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The many types of intimacy They agreed to meet by the Eaton’s Center and walk over to Hokkeida Ramen Restaurant. “It’s nice to have someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink.I just deleted everyone from my friends list who I wouldn’t make pancakes at night.”She added and pulled her chair in.Her mother laughed. These were the most moving moments of mother and daughter times together.Her daughter came bearing the good news. She was happy. Her two best friends whom she had known since hig...

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“Cancer” by Jan Thompson

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Cancer “So it’s for sure, then?” Paula nodded. The man, who sat across from her at a table in the coffeehouse courtyard, ran a hand through the thick sandy-blond hair that he was wearing a little shorter now, probably because of the gray she could see frosting the area right above his ears. “That’s rough, I’m so sorry,” he said, looking her in the eyes and then away, over her shoulder and into the window of the coffeehouse. Her own eyes went downward, to the Kleenex she’d twisted into a series of tight little knots. She wasn’t sure she’d don...

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“A Dinner with Mister Capazino” by WRL Battle

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It was supposed to be a simple Italian dinner between two respected gentlemen. I swear, I have no idea how it went so wrong. I thought Capazino and I were on good terms. We never became buddy-buddies, but we were working on a mutual relationship. Capazino is what you call the unofficial official of the city. You want to get something done? You talk to Capazino. You have a hard time with your business? You talk to Capazino. Do you know the saying that money doesn’t grow on trees? Well, Capazino proved that saying as a bunch of hooey. He...

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Start or end your story with two people discussing an important matter over a meal.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 60 stories

“The Unbearable Lightness of Being Blue” by Jules D'Arcy

“The alphabet killer ” by Jhordanne Hayles

“The Trampling Artist ” by Tamara Mallia

“Cheers” by Jake Hailey

“Daybreak Diner” by James A. Irving

“Carrion Eaters” by Erin Kelley

“The love of cooking” by David Nutt

“A Big Red Tale” by Melinda Eiselt

“THE LAST LUNCH” by Tatjana Jancic

“A Recipe For Love” by Bill Davis

“Its Deeper Than That” by B Vathsalaa

“Somethings Never Change” by John Britto

“The many types of intimacy ” by Rosa Arlotto

“Cancer” by Jan Thompson

“A Dinner with Mister Capazino” by WRL Battle

🌟 Similar prompts

Write a story in the form of a recipe.

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

Set your story in a kitchen, either early in the day or late at night.

Write a story about someone searching for a missing ingredient, literally or metaphorically.

Contest #270

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