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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“When the Shadows come out ” by Mila Van Niekerk

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Accepting Mica’s dare was a big, big mistake.I realize that now that I’m standing here on top of the flight of crumbling stairs, gawping at the height she wants me to jump. The wind is whipping at my crazy curly red hair, blowing it everywhere and making it hard for me to see. I’m scared the wind will whisk me away along with all the autumn leaves, and I know that instead of floating daintily to the ground, I’d become an ugly human jam on the cement way down below.The old railing of the abandoned Children’s Hospital’s main staircase has long...

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“If there were no humanity” by Laiba Nadeem

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It was November. I perched on a wooden bridge by the sea, watching the sunset over the water. I was so depressed that even the picturesque view couldn’t help me. The scene reminded me of my childhood days when I used to watch the dusk with my grandma. She was the one who made my early years exquisite. I remembered how bleak last year was for me. The heart-wrenching story began that it was Sunday; I was having morning tea on the couch in the solarium listening to the chirping of birds. Suddenly my phone rang. An old, gravelly voice came from ...

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“Biscuits” by Dominic Gnardihos

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I don't turn on the radio when I drive. I don't listen to books or podcasts. There are some things I might like to hear to help wile away the time and make it more pleasant. Instead I sit in silence. My thoughts are all I hear. Some days it might be better to listen to the radio, to hear the bland and cloyingly gaudy pop come from my crystal clear speakers that probably cost me an extra few hundred. Some days anything is preferable to silence. But I've found silence has a voice. Silence speaks. I try to listen. Even if what it says is the op...

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“Gibraltar ” by Austin Diaz

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There is the sea and there are the waves and the winds and there are the specks on the far shore never to be touched. In the warm time, the winds blow from the west and we stretch the skins of our skins on the rocks and stretch our bodies there, too. In the cold time, the winds blow from the north, and we wrap our skins around our skins and hold each other in the caves and hope the hidden god sends a star to one of our altars before they grow too wet. &...

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“Dinner with the Dead” by Michael Martin

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The grey door in front of Lester was far too unassuming for what existed on the other side. An assistant - Jamie, according to his nametag - played tour guide for the teen, rambling in his most excited voice about the wonders of cognitive storage technology. None of it registered; Lester could only stare at the door. What would it be like meeting an actual dead person? What would this Curtis guy be like?Jamie finished reading the factoids off his notecards then opened the door. He ushered Lester inside a small room that had a recta...

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“My greatest pain” by Christopher Lane

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The story was told of long ago. Behind walls of stone and bars so cold. Two men sat at tables face to face. Same in age but not of race. One man broken in heart and soul. The other of leg and one arm not shown. Each sitting alone there in his cell. And then there rings the dinner bell. They meet at their tables divided by steel. And begin to converse over their meals. “What brings you in here my boy?” Says the one of heart destroyed. “I see your leg hurt and your arm gone.” The other man sat up with the longest groan. ”You see my love won’t ...

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“Le Petit Jardin” by Jubilee Lubov

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“A meal is a simple thing, really. Just a combination of ingredients that happen to work well together, that are then put onto a plate for someone to eat. That’s it,” She closes the book and tosses it onto the ever-growing pile of papers next to her desk. Sighing, she lets her head fall into her hands.“Don’t fall asleep,” she reminds herself.She’s overworked. That’s the truth of it. The number of gray hairs on her head seems to be increasing, and she wears makeup to cover tired eyes. Her skin is stretched slightly too tight over aging bones,...

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“Memories” by Lily Rama

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A heavy silence drifted in the air and the scene felt like it was part of an old time movie, the ones that are in black and white and silent as a mouse. Jack glanced at Peter, who sat across the table. The boy's eyes were downcast, and he moved his fork around his plate, which was piled high with spaghetti. It had been an hour and he hadn't eaten a single bite.Jack glanced at the empty wooden chair next to Peter. Lila should've been sitting there. An arrow splintered Jack's heart and crystal tears welled in his eyes. She should've been sitti...

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“Why Not Me” by Random Writer

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There is nothing special about me. I can’t sing or dance, or draw, or paint or do anything really. I’m not wildly beautiful or smart or good at sports. I don’t have many friends or any special talents either. I’m okay with that though. At least I think I'm okay with that. I don’t have to be any of those things to be special. Right? For people to love me? And hey if not, there is always room for improvement? Or at least that's I thought. I was sure of it, but I guess it's different when "SHE" exists. You’re always hearing someone talk about “...

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“The Pig” by Jj Gomez

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Breathe, man, just breathe, Joe scolded himself. He could feel himself starting to sweat. Guests at the surrounding tables were staring at him. Or was he just being paranoid. He discreetly checked his armpits. His dress shirt was slightly damp but nothing to really worry about. Good, because he was already worrying. He’d planned this night for months now, booking a reservation to this restaurant well in advance. When he wasn’t Pig-hunting, he was practicing his proposal. Practicing it in his head during his morning runs, at Lou’s office, or ...

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“Revenge of the ducks” by Dove Hui

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I sit there, switching my attention between her plate of food and the rubber duck placed right next to my glass of water. My stomach lurches as she cuts the duck meat, spears it quickly with a fork, then lifts the piece beyond my view. “Why aren't you eating?” She asks nonchalantly. I look up for a moment and she has just stuffed yet another piece of duck meat into her mouth, like we never watched the movie. My stomach lurches once again. I look down at my untouched plate of food, chicken. Picking up the fork, I make a feeble...

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“The Ghost of Love” by Trishie Chikerema

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Paul sat in his rocking chair looking outside through the window. It gave him great comfort seeing that the rose garden was thriving in spite of the harsh winter wind. Thinking of seasons made him miss spring and its beautiful array of colors. At least then, he could walk down Crescent Park and sit on his favorite bench watching the sunset. It was a long standing tradition that he had with Marianne. The thought of her made him smile and took him back to the day they first kissed, on that very bench in the park. A young and fearless love so ...

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“GONE FOREVER ” by NJ Stell

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MaggieAs we sat in the dining room, with a table full of food that I had spent hours preparing, the air was thick with tension. The untouched chicken stood there mercilessly, waiting to be devoured. But none of us felt compelled to begin. We just sat there staring, or at least he just stared at me, burning a hole in my heart. I never expected him to love me, but I did expect him to be polite, especially to his own bloody wife. What was my fault, I didn’t want to marry him, but over the last three years I began to figure him out, I began to l...

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“Detective is life” by Valery Rubin

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The morning haze was gone, and the usual humid heat was coming. The sultry sky had taken on the colour of the faded blue overalls issued to the working class in factories and plants. The asphalt was melting. Minimarkets, with their colourful windows, beckoned for fruit and vegetables. Young girls wandered back and forth in lightweight shirts and shorts. But I wasn't tempted. I was not in the mood to store, to lust after the beautiful sex, or to kill my health under the southern Israeli sun. At home, we have air conditioning and the kind of p...

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“The Good, the Bad, and the Dinner” by Tricia Shulist

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THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE DINNERGod and Satan sat at the dining table, facing each other.“Satan, good to see you. I’m glad you were able to make this year’s meeting.”“Thanks, God. Glad I could come. As you know, I’ve been super busy, what with COVID, and climate change, and well, the GOP. That’s a lot of pokers to keep in the fire, literally and figuratively.” Satan gave a little snort.“Nonetheless, Satan, I’m glad we’re here.” God paused. “I’ve been fairly busy myself. What with the vaccine, and the ...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 264 stories

“When the Shadows come out ” by Mila Van Niekerk

“If there were no humanity” by Laiba Nadeem

“Biscuits” by Dominic Gnardihos

“Gibraltar ” by Austin Diaz

“Dinner with the Dead” by Michael Martin

“My greatest pain” by Christopher Lane

“Le Petit Jardin” by Jubilee Lubov

“Memories” by Lily Rama

“Why Not Me” by Random Writer

“The Pig” by Jj Gomez

“Revenge of the ducks” by Dove Hui

“The Ghost of Love” by Trishie Chikerema

“GONE FOREVER ” by NJ Stell

“Detective is life” by Valery Rubin

“The Good, the Bad, and the Dinner” by Tricia Shulist

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Write a story where a meal or dinner goes horribly wrong.

Write about a group of strangers — or people who know each other, but may as well be strangers — eating together.

Write about a character preparing a meal for somebody else.

Write a story that involves a secret or magic ingredient.

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