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Start or end your story with two characters sitting down for a meal.

Posted in Middle School on Oct 25, 2022

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It Get's Better

Submitted to Contest #100

The stars had begun to fade in the wee hours of the desert morning. The deep blues of the sky and faded oranges of the sand sat juxtaposing each other in breathtaking ways while the wind still blew cool and dry.A grizzled man rocked himself to the comforting sway of his horse and the rhythmic thud of hoof beats. This was his normal early morning ride. He enjoyed the quiet peace just before the dawn, before the unforgiving sun tore at his weathered, wrinkled skin.In the distance stood a sun-bleached, solitary cottonwood tree. The silver-haire...

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Michael

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She never looks at me at dinner time anymore. Instead, her eyes are cast downwards, half-moon lids shrouding the truth as her fingertips deftly dance across the screen of her phone. Occasionally she puts the phone down and picks up her fork to toy with the half-eaten vegetables swimming in gravy. She does not finish the meal but shifts the food mindlessly around her plate whilst the glass of wine remains untouched beside her.I know the wine is expensive. The extravagance is a cursory nod to our anniversary, and the cork leaves red stains on ...

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A Last Meal

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Necroth walked up the hill with his usual arrogant swagger. He was tall, handsome, with dark hair and eyes that were like black pits. His cloak fluttered in the wind, shifting between blacks and greys and screaming faces. The rest of his clothes were black, tunic, boots, breeches, he had the look of a man who would do evil with a will. He soon arrived at the top of the hill where a table, seemingly carved out of black stone, sat and was set with a meal fit for a king.There were roast foul and even a boar with a bright red apple in his mouth....

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Imaginary Kitchen

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      Sophia rubbed her sweaty palms against her floral sundress and took a deep breath before she pulled open the restaurant door. While she waited for the hostess, she twirled a piece of her long, black hair.           “Will you be needing a date for this evening?” The hostess asked.           Sophia nodded. Her eyes darted around the lobby. The dining room was around the corner, so the bathroom doors ...

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Another Two-Sided Date

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The woman pushed the door of the restaurant open and glided inside. She was tall and elegant, and so confident that -- even in a black-tie place such as this -- everyone turned to stare at her. The skin-tight, shimmering wine red dress she wore helped. The colour of it matched her hair and lips perfectly, creating an image of perfection. The maître d' fobbed off the customers he was talking to, dropping them with a waiter, and came straight over to the lady. “Good evening, ma’am,” he said with his most shark-like grin. “Do you have a res...

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THE LAST PIECE

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  TW: gore, murder It was awkward looking into his eyes as we sat across the table for a meal. My heart was pounding so fast that I thought it would burst into pieces. He was smiling, but I couldn't read anything from those blank eyes. Even after years, this silence between us remained the same. Hopeless romantic, anxious me trying to find out what is hidden in those empty eyes. Today is the day of disclosure, which is why I called him to this secluded cabin. I was staring at the warm yellow light reflecting on his face highlighting his...

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Turning the tables

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“But why not, Mummy?” “Because she prefers sitting on the floor. Now hush and chew your food.” Shrey’s mother Reena cast a furtive glance towards the kitchen before turning to her six-year-old. He was still staring at his plate with a mild frown, his lower lip stuck out slightly in a gesture that meant he was about to unleash another barrage of questions.  “But ‘member, when I asked you last week why Swapna aunty doesn’t sit at the table like us and use our plates for lunch, didn’t you say it was because she doesn’t want to sit with...

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Quiet Screams and Sun Streams

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 Eating dinner in a clean house was always cathartic to Wilson Rose. The warm silence peppered with the clinking of forks against plates and interrupted by his mother’s idle chastisement of her coworkers. He liked the way the air filled the room more than the furniture, the way moonlight or sunlight or shadows filled up all those blank spaces. He liked the way he had lived here forever; memories could be found in any dent or scratch on the table.“Are you ready for your finals?” His mother asked, and Wilson chewed through his slight anno...

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WITHOUT MALICE

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Satish and Sanjana, and their German Sheppard dog, Boxy, stayed in their villa on the outskirts of Indore. Satish was an ex-Wing Commander of the Indian Air Force who had taken voluntary retirement and was now engaged in a business of his own. Sanjana was a housewife. They were an amiable couple always willing to lend a helping hand for anybody in trouble. So when they saw they had a new neighbour, Sanjana and Satish trooped to their villa at about 8.00 a.m., the next day, and rang the bell. The door opened after a while and the lady of the...

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Internment

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InternmentI’m not a good man. Weighing my actions, the good against the bad, I probably fall on the wrong side of morality. When I was younger and had more charm than sense, I had a few affairs with married women. I stopped when I saw family portraits, it’s hard to look into the eyes of children whose world will be torn apart if they find out what you were up to. I’m older now, maybe a little wiser. I still know I’m a bad man. I don’t deserve what happened. No one does. My date certainly didn’t.  She’s single. Just the kind of woman...

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Daddy's Eyes

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“Mummy…where did I come from?” Breakfast: eggs and soldiers. Rebecca’s new favourite. Of course, we didn’t need food any more - how could humanity go on existing if demand outweighed supply? But it was good to eat traditionally every now and then, to feel the warmth of the food, the texture in your mouth, the nice feeling of fullness in your stomach. “Well…” began her Mummy. “It all started when I met your Father…”“Where is Daddy?” interjected Rebecca. “Eggs and soldiers aren’t the same without Daddy doing the voices...” she lamented.&n...

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Diners Delight

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Anya and Jayce walked hand in hand through the streets of Naples invigorated by the warm and bright afternoon sun taking in the unfamiliar but exciting sights sounds and smells of the neighborhood they were exploring. It was 3 yrs ago they had gotten married and this was their first holiday travel together. Initially the problem was agreeing on where they should go.Anya had insisted on Italy while Jayce wanted to go to China to see The Great Wall. They went back and forth...haggling over the cost; the best time to go; where to stay; the best...

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Secret crush

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“Hey come on! No one in this country likes your comedy Fujimoto! And definitely no one likes your weird sexy lips either! “Kinuthia said to the tall slim Japanese girl. “Give me a break! Am trying my best but since you have some issues with yourself, you pour out your frustrations on me, “She replied almost in tears. She was a struggling Japanese comedian in  Kenya. Not many people appreciated her comedy leave alone her yellow skin. I don’t mean Kenyans are racists. Her comedy was brilliant but lacked the confidence to aid her in gainin...

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Bank Heist

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"Alright start talking" "Sonia I swear I don't know anything! I have nothing to do with it! Why won't you believe me!?" I slammed the table, "BECAUSE YOU DO! YOU DID ALL OF THIS. YOU were the freaking master player IN THAT HEIST ERIN. YOU KNOW THIS JUST AS MUCH AS I DO!" Erin fell back, "Okay FINE! Yes it was me! Yes I conducted the heist! You happy? Now what? Are you going to tell the cops? Throw me to jail? Please! As if anyone would believe a little cop like you over a damn billionaire." "Oh yes they will." I leaned in, "Because I...

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The Art of Hospitality

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He had been taught that bread unshared is bread unblessed when someone else is hungry, whether man or beast, friend or stranger. The Wedding by Dorothy WestShe was an exemplary chef, a graduate of one of the finest cooking schools in France. In her spacious kitchen with its mosaic tiled floors and jewel toned backsplash, the delectable smell of duck a l' orange permeated the air. Green beans with almonds, crab salad, and chilled wine completed the menu. The oval shaped cherry oak table in the extensive dining room, covered with an ecru lace...

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