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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“Blue Saskia” by Rebekah Marriner

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Why she is blue I do not know. Her face glows bone white in the moonlight. She turns her face toward the moon and closes her eyes slowly to bask in the lunar glow. When she opens her eyes again they become portals swelling open across her face. The iris’ glow solar orange and spin like Saturn’s rings around the dense black holes of her pupils. Whereupon the moon is reflected, pock filled and cratered, in near perfect accuracy. There is nothing in those vast eyes that can give me a clue as to why she is blue, save the imagery of everything sh...

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“Drained” by Trever Sanborn

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The deep red rocks tower around me, a reminder of the scorching heat. The dryness of the landscape promises that I could wither away just the same. My only resource is a canteen with barely a few drinks of water, but even if that supply were infinite, I couldn’t consume it at the rate it perspires through me. I ride atop my only companion, and I am grateful for her company. She is drenched in her own sweat and has defeat in her eyes. I try to focus on keeping her safe—this poor animal that followed me willingly into the desert—and I begin to...

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“Even at the End of the World...” by Tee Stories

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It all of a sudden started to rain. The weather called for thunderstorms all week but the downpour was so unexpected. By day 3 it seemed as if a month of rain had already fallen. Very bizarre for a July. But we weren’t worried. It kept the 2 of us inside. We were already working from home for the last year since the pandemic started but this time it was something about the storm that kept us in concentration mode. We’d spend most of our days in front of our computers aligned with our huge bay window that overlooked the...

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“They Ate Museli Silently” by Oscar Cole

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They ate muesli silently. Or at least without talking, for the sound of slurping and chewing, the clinking of metal spoons on ceramic bowls, filled the otherwise quiet room. “What are you doing today, kid?” said the father, breaking the relative silence. “I’m not a kid,” said his son. The father sighed, his spoon hovering above its bowl. “Fine. What are you doing today, sixteen-year-old boy who happens to be my offspring.” The son rolled his eyes and kept eating mues...

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“Supping On The Edge Of The World” by Cole Wander

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My mother once told me that every truth in the universe could be found in her locket. Heart-shaped, a single ruby at its tarnished centre – nothing more than a cheap trinket. But her eyes were so filled with love when she told me, that for a brief moment, I dared to believe her. I have carried that love with me ever since. Years later, I tore that same locket from her withered neck. She wasn’t dead. Oh no, not quite. Not as she wished she was. Not as I wished she was. The first sign had been the ice entering her eyes, blue flooding the ord...

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“last breath” by Melo Hale

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“Jamie?” the old woman called out. “Yes mom”, replied Jamie. He walked from the kitchen to tend to his mother. He sat next to her and took her hand in his. “Please don’t tell me about the wife thingy again” he leaned back into the couch. Looking away from her to watch the outside world which seemed more interesting. The old woman grinned from ear to ear knowingly. Her wrinkles became even more evident and her eyes beamed with love for her dear son. She knew that her time was near, she soon won’t be able to hold her son. He would be alone wit...

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“Alfonse” by Joe Swanson

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I was supposed to meet him at “Randy’s,” a bar restaurant kind of place. Mostly neighborhood folks. Once in a while some wayfarers, bikers, those passing by and seeing the sign and figuring, “Why not!” There is this cowboy, like the Marlboro man type you see along the road on the building’s roof. A silhouette of a figure cut out of metal just standing there head down, as if waiting for the hangman to show up and read last rites. It has a revolving thing like we used to have on our Christmas tree that splashes it with the color...

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“The Prodigal Daughter” by Anje Campisi

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I stared at the mirror. This couldn’t be the same face that had stared back at me for 26 years. Just a few days ago, it was the face of a young professional, content at home with her crime dramas on tv and a latte in her hand. Now, this same face was the granddaughter of a biblical figure who ruled Hell, daughter to a demon, kidnapped by some 500-year-old serial killer, and family to a plethora of snake people. No way we were the same person. I looked away, not sure what I was looking at anymore. Dinner ...

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“A Sentiment. ” by Abhishek Todmal

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Of the many hardships that face two bodies in love, none can be more so pleasurably frustrating and rewarding as the distance that separates, and in there, binds those two, who may think one another to be a rewarding spectacle, should the present and the future unite them.It had begun as a chance encounter - somewhere along spinning the wheel and gazing idly - through a passage of time during which one is a solitary reaper, but how beautiful might this stroke of hand become, should from such a wayward action, arise an encounter with someone ...

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“SHATTERED” by Bisma Afzal

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Is this the right time, or the right place ? To be precise , I'm talking of confessing to the one I had my eyes on since high school. He's bee a great supporter but never did I got a feeling from his side. "Emma, you think it'll be good to go" He said with his boxy smile plastered on his charming face. I looked down on my plate, my spaghetti was still the same while his was half finished. I slurped in the noodle and nodded. "Well Jake, she doesn't look like she wanna go" Cindy mocked and glared at me. Jake looked at me, shivers running down...

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“Gone along with the wind ” by Victoria Hale

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A few plump veggies and cuts of venison lay boiling in the broth between them. One with a thick blindfold to his eyes, whose blank face was contrasted by the young woman in front of him who stared with wonderment. The scalding charcoals cooked quiet well for being the remnants of their earlier campfire. She was quiet as she gulped with her hands digging into her dress. Her feet were twitching at the itchiness of the grass, but she didn't appear to care nor notice. “You know, if you hang over like that your hair will catch on fire.” Biting he...

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“Sleepy Eyes” by Yash Gajjar

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The fabric of darkness was tugged away by the sun, as it shined the light first touched the trees and then on the mesa and at the end on the rest of the land. The sunrays hit his eyes, while his hair flew on the wind as freely as someone’s dreams. A tiny tear of blood rolled down his left eye. It shimmed in sunlight, majestically, like piss but when one eats an unhealthy amount of beetroot. Mark enjoyed the sun for a minute but had a decision to make, whether to save his friends or leave. He could go and ask for help but who knows how...

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“Pretend” by Leeav Quaoar

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“Do we have any food left?” I asked my wife.My wife and I just eloped to an apartment.A minimalist apartment—no furniture, no sustenance.We have nothing.We were still young; I was twenty-four, she was twenty-five.I don’t know if it was the right decision to run away from reality.After college.“Hmm…the fridge’s empty. What now?” I heard her closing the fridge.I’d been sitting on this couch for a few hours—wait, no, I’d been sitting on the floor for a few hours, glancing at the clock—wait, sorry, glancing at the walls.My wife approached me. “A...

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“Hey Michel.” by Smriti Mishra

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“Hey, how’ve you been?” Sam asked “You know it’s been a while” Michel said “Yeah, 10 years is a while” “Are you still mad at me?” “I have too much going on to think about you anymore” “Then, why did you agree to meet?” “Force of habit, I still can’t say no” “To me? “ “To anyone.” “You can leave if you want.” “You haven’t changed a bit.” “What do you mean?” “This is what you do. You try to tell everyone what to do, and when they do it, you act like I am the bad guy” “You know in our story no one is the bad guy. We both screwed up equally” “Ye...

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“Deja You” by Andrew Fruchtman

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Our story starts with a man puttering in a kitchen. Let’s call him Michael, once the most popular male name in America. Michael is preparing a very special meal for his wife. Let’s call her Susan. It is their forty-fifth wedding anniversary. Michael is fast approaching his seventieth birthday, the age where you max out your social security benefits but non-max just about everything else in your life. The age where you hesitate and second think your own mores and abilities as social and technological changes occur. The age where you can clear...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 264 stories

“Blue Saskia” by Rebekah Marriner

“Drained” by Trever Sanborn

“Even at the End of the World...” by Tee Stories

“They Ate Museli Silently” by Oscar Cole

“Supping On The Edge Of The World” by Cole Wander

“last breath” by Melo Hale

“Alfonse” by Joe Swanson

“The Prodigal Daughter” by Anje Campisi

“A Sentiment. ” by Abhishek Todmal

“SHATTERED” by Bisma Afzal

“Gone along with the wind ” by Victoria Hale

“Sleepy Eyes” by Yash Gajjar

“Pretend” by Leeav Quaoar

“Hey Michel.” by Smriti Mishra

“Deja You” by Andrew Fruchtman

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

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Write about a character preparing a meal for somebody else.

Write a story that involves a secret or magic ingredient.

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