Write about a group of strangers — or people who know each other, but may as well be strangers — eating together.
Posted in Fluff on Oct 26, 2022
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“Fairy Military” by Tionge Nakazwe
TW: Parent death Sitting in this tent, in a place they’ve never been before, with people they’ve never seen before, eating food with unknown origins, all five teenagers were relatively calm. They all knew this was a possibility. From the moment each of them turned thirteen and found out that one of their parents wasn't from Earth. Marcus forked his greens aimlessly while thinking about the time his pa...
“A Tale of Ealdor (Excerpt)” by Eden Arbon
Author's note: Aye yai yai, well just unearthed this old story that I found deep in my portfolio.... it is from my early writing days so don't judge! Please enjoy! I must pack quickly. Aurellia thought, as she threw food, water, and other essentials into a bag, and threw it over her shoulder. Aurellia grabbed a pen and paper to leave a note to her friends, saying she had gone on a short adventure. Just as she was about to rush out her door, she bumped into Merlin, spilling all of her maps, food, an...
“Cryptid Talk” by Chris Buono
Pal’s Diner on East St. I figured I had gotten the right place since it was the only business with its lights still on at 7:15 in the evening in this small town. A tiny bell rang above me as I opened the door to be told to take a seat anywhere in the red and white-clad establishment. The only two people visible in the entire place were the old, worn-down waitress behind the counter brewing a pot of coffee while pu...
“Last Refuge of the Incompetent” by Graham Kinross
Gunfire rattled intermittently outside the conference room. Whenever the shots sounded the ministers looked at the doorway, hoping that wasn’t the moment the fight would spill inside. The tables and lecterns they normally sat behind had been pushed against the door to serve as a barricade. Allen Willard knew that the plywood and plastic would be no more than a moments protection against the bullets of an assault rifle. As a tall, skinny man, he wasn’t much of a target but that was little comfort to him. &nbsp...
“ FAT CHANCE at the OK CORRAL (AKA The Classic Buffet)” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin
Ginny wondered for a moment if she was having a stroke. Her ears began ringing, and she felt slightly dizzy. Worse still was that the array of desserts in front of her began to shimmer and waver. She almost expected them to disappear and so, tightly clutched the bowl of soft ice cream.She was willing to sacrifice the mint Nanaimo squares, peanut butter confetti bars and strawberry shortcake, but the ice cream was simply too important to let go.She clung tightly to the bowl and...
“My daiquiris at El Floridita” by Eva Leticia Brito
I arrived hot and sweaty to the cocktail bar located on a corner of the famous Bishop Street in Old Havana, Cuba. I teleported to a surreal past just when I crossed the threshold of the door: rancid fashioned velvety curtains, baroque columns crudely repainted to conceal time deterioration and lack of funds for its restoration. These topped with a color coat so ordinary that it almost violated the eyes with their failed attempt to resemble a true gold leaf. The stale smell of mo...
“Brunch with Grandma” by Amanda Lieser
This piece dives into a conversation surrounding Asian American racism I am driving to brunch with Grandma and Grandpa today. I am determined to fulfill my role as the household scheduler and get to know them better. The wedding band on my left finger still feels foreign. It’s November which means that it’s cold and grey out, but the hope of the holidays fills the air. As the old time carol says, “even stop lights blink a bright red and green.” My husband is in the pas...
“An invitation from Mr. C” by Santina Forlenza
There are two reasons why I cut milk out of my diet. The first one is that on the monthly magazine I subscribed to for free there was an article claiming that milk is an excellent meal for toddlers, but when coming to grownups things are not the same. 'Adults are lactose intolerant,' the first line of the second paragraph read. Finally something I agreed on, considering that I could finally stop inventing a second reason why I did not like milk, because the second reason was never the same and never true. The thin...
“"Family" Dinner” by Taylah G
TW: Domestic Violence/Abuse I carefully placed the final bunch of meat into the bowl with a thick splat. I contemplated whether to mix the spag bowl for Nick before he came home, but decided against it. I figured he would think I didn’t need him and ignore me for weeks. I’d be left alone with the kids for God knows how long, just like last time. Luckily, that was only four days, ...
“Numbers” by JanetthePlanet 66
NUMBERS We are all surviving the party so far, but the last knock changes everything. Warm conviviality has turned into sniping tension, and that also drains from the room as the door opens and the man bursts in. ### The dinner party starts well. “Here’s to the end of this virus.” I look around the table, through unsober eyes. I stand, raising the glass as red wine sways and swirls in my unste...
“Potica” by Thomas Philbrick
Anton pointed at his watch. “Soon,” he said. I nodded and dipped my hand into the clear water of the marble fountain. The coolness rushed up my arm and I felt the urge to go swimming. The square was long and open, ascending in gradually-stepped stone staircases toward the Art Institute on our right and stretching down into Ljubljana on our left. Anton had not told us why we were waiting at the fo...
“The Concept of Now” by Alexa Auri
Before. I cherish the concept and stop in front of the old, oak table where one of the pieces my mother had painted is hung above the center of the wood. I lift my hand, allowing my fingertips to bump over the places where my mother let the oil paint dry thick. The painting is of the ocean with deep blues and hints of greens. It’s an unfamiliar place to me, but it was the world to my mother. The clink ...
“Trêve de Noël.” by Drew Andrews ( Backup Account)
Three. Just three; things that you look forward to in a combat zone --- more so on the front line. The first every grunt would say would have to be sleep, seventy-six straight hours of non-stop gunfighting tares you mentally and physically, followed closely by food; sometimes the two would switch importance and need of --- the mind and body can go a lot longer without sleep than food. The third: a hot shower. Of course to see peace is the first.... But only the dead see it.... Or do they.*****Chapter one:
“Kin, Kin, Kin!” by All The World’s A Stage
Summer time in western countries was rainy season in Southeast Asia. For the residents of these countries, this meant relief from the intense daily heat, flourishing crops and vegetation, and excusing themselves from driving their motorbikes through the rain whenever possible. But for unexpected and not-so-prepared backpacking travelers, this could prove to be a derailment of plans. And such was the luck for backpackers ...
“Moving on is a slice of cake.” by Maria Johnson
“You should see the roses darling.” Sue paused trying to think of the right expression, “Well their coming up rosy” she finished with a smile. Rising from her crouching position she grimaced as her knees clicked and her back protested. Still, looking down at the immaculate grave she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Brian, in life had always been a tidy man, it was only right that she made the weekly trek to ensure his grave was maintained. “Perhaps I will bring a few next week....
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