Stories tagged “kitchen”

  • Discovery

    The cafeteria was no better than she expected it to be. It was already ransacked and destroyed; tables were upturned, vending machines rent in two and counter islands practically ripped from the ground. She did not dare eat the food knowing they had to...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Me & You

    With swiftness borne of habit, the pistols slid comfortably out of their holsters and found their way into her hands. She was not in the mood for such dealings. Walking out from behind the disheveled counters, she cautiously stepped around fragments of...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • First Impressions

    He was too busy holding his head between his hands and squeezing his eyes shut, no doubt awaiting the fatal blow that would never arrive. When he realized that nothing had hurt him, his eyes cracked open and she caught sight of a dark, coal- black iris...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Stupid Decisions

    The minute he was out of the oven, he stretched his legs and looked around curiously. His expression twisted slightly, as if he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Suddenly, his eyes scrunched up and he turned to Beatrice, dark gaze pleading....

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Honesty

    “B-but – my mom – " “How old are you?” A sniff. “Nine. Ten on June seventeenth.” “Come with me.” “My mom!” “What about your father?” That stopped him. He faltered for a ...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Kitchen Floor

    It was occurring to him more and more these days that she really is the one for him. They have so much in common, so why doesn’t he feel for her. Or does he and just can’t see it? She said something that night on the kitchen floor that has ...

  • The Curse of the Housekeeper

    The next morning, as Celia prepared breakfast, the door flew open. Mariam swayed in the doorway, her face gaunt and her eyes wild with fear. “Did the storm shake y’last night, Mariam?” Celia had asked, but Mariam wouldn’t answer...

  • Molly Fitzpatrick

    Menial task accomplished, Celia decided to chance a trip to the kitchen. It was nearly suppertime, she figured “the crew” could use a hand. She was wary on her way down, lest she catch Max in a bad mood. Luckily, no sign of him anywhere. &#...

  • Keep Yourself out of the Burner

    She was right; Max’s father, called Master Stevens by everybody in town, probably wished that his eldest & only son was a bit more orthodox, to spare the Stevens name from further suspicion or shame. “Why, were you lookin’ for him...

  • A Newly Discovered Mortal Blood Drinker

    Elisia sat at the kitchen table in the dark, staring at the jar of deep red liquid illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window. She dare not move, for fear of stepping on the corpse that was somewhere on the floor. Her long, bony index fing...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Dash of This...

    Her fingers were bony and thin, stained a permanent yellow gold from digging the tips in the turmeric paste. Her hair smelled of mint and cinnamon from the wash she made to cover her premature gray, her feet of rosemary from the soak she gave them at e...

  • On Regarding a Goddess on Linoleum

    Bathed in the morning sun, Missy stood on the dingy linoleum. Keenly aware of the quiet storm brewing within himself, Karl took in every inch of her. From the blond hair going every direction, smeared eyeliner, untucked shirt, a skirt on sideways, to t...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • The Soup Kitchen Ninja

    “I’m tellin’ ya, this one’s fr’real!” I shook my head as I dumped an armload of bowls into the sink. “Sacco, think about it: how likely is it that there’s a ninja that uses only kitchen utensils as weapon...

  • Admiral Tommy Tomato

    “O.K, listen up here, Fruits!” I cried. “I’m Tommy Tomato and I’m gonna help all of you leftover fruits escape!” I saw Kevin making for the basement door. “Kevin, get back here!” I roared. The Kiwi flinched and rolled back towards me.

  • Babba's Kitchen

    The smell of flour and exotic herbs assailed Rem’s nose and mind. He shut his eyes, intent on the feel of the place. Mouth moving silently, his own breath felt hot on his lips. As the incantation completed a cool breeze wafted in, lifting his shi...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • fritz & zooey reinvented

    Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...

  • morning salutations

    With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...

  • the morning after

    More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...

  • the great coffee mug collection

    Fritz had returned sometime later, sans bed sheets. He stood in the kitchen, drinking coffee directly from the pot, and pondered how he could keep the hidden coffee mugs a secret from Zooey. Eventually, she’d figure that something was wrong when ...

  • Rainy Morning

    I’m writing this from my kitchen The time is ten thirty am, The lighting is dim in the den I guess I’ll scrape the dirty dish landscape Once I eat some cereal with skim No clean spoons I envision But I’m alone so I’ll slurp fr...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Lemon

    I grasp A lemon Fresh and firm Bright yellow Bicep curling It to the counter Steady under hand Pressing its erratic Tendency to wobble Immobile. ^ I Cut it in half One side rolls off On a tight axis. The inside layer is white Like the mouth Of a cotton...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Midnight Howling Chapter 1 - Part 2

    I walked over to my mother in the kitchen, I guess I startled her a bit, because she jumped a little and knocked over a mug onto the floor. “Oh Kat, could you get me the broom.” She sighed as she rubbed her eyes. “Sure mom, did I scare you? You j...

  • Fishy Work to Do

    Floating in the middle of the kitchen, just below eye level, Martin puckered and blinked his bulging eyes. Swirls of water lolled about him, aqueous satellites to a tiny, fishy planet. Every utensil, plate, cup, and bowl were strewn about, some cracked...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Chemist of the Galactic Order

    Steam, smoke, and vapors billowed out of the hundreds of pots, bowls, and cauldrons that were suspended over a stream of bubbling lava that led from one dark hole in one wall to the other side of the room where the stream disappeared through another ho...

  • The Wanderer and his Wife

    It was a buttered toast and cinnamon morning. I wore my robe, swirling across the cold kitchen floor to pour coffee, breathing its aromatic steam and watching the nodding leaves outside the window as my fingers tingled with heat. He was already awake o...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5