Albatross Soup Riddle Novels & Stories

She replied and turned around walking to the other side of the table where the flask of warm porridge sat. She poured it into a bowl for Maverick and handed it to him. He accepted it and looked into the bowl as his nose scrunched up. "Porridge?" He asked and Avery nodded her head screwing the flask close to keep the warmth for the rest of the porridge. "It's Abalone Porridge. I heard it's good for those who are sick." "I don't like porridge." "What do I do then? That's the only thing available." She replied looking around the room.

They hummed with approval. "Exquisite," one said. "I could eat this until the moon falls." Then, it was my turn. I walked forward. I held a simple stone bowl. The spinach was vibrant green. The broth was clear. Small clams sat among the leaves. "What is this?" an elder sneered. "Clams in a spinach soup? We are wolves, not seagulls. Are you trying to poison us?" "Be quiet and taste." Alaric commanded. His eyes on me.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken— The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound! At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through!

Melinda’s POV “Give me the craziest dish you have on the menu.” I said, glancing through the dishes. “I want to try something different today.” “Would you like to try our special delicacy, ma’am: The Bird’s Nest Soup.” “The Bird’s Nest Soup?” My eyebrows furrowed. “Now what in the world is that?” “It is an Asian Delicacy made from the nest of the swiftlet bird, ma’am.” “Ohk, bring it on, I guess….” Moments after the waiter left, I started regretting my decision. “Bird’s nest Soup?” I mumbled, looking around. “God knows what I was subjecting myself to?”

Even in her past, she never cooks or eat rabbit's meat, “I'm not a professional cook, Sir. It just a hobby of mine.” “Just turn it into the soup. The same soup you gave to me as Derek.” Desmond rolled his eyes. “Then, you don't need my wife's hand.” Max crossed his arm and look annoyed with that muscular man's face. “The protector of this frozen land blessed the soup, make it available in eternal life.” “But, since the soup need to reheat from time to time, we put it on the bonfire in the Town Square.” Cecilia added. Desmond smirked. Deep in his heart, he felt grateful because the starvation problem was (almost) solved.

Chloe understood Devina's game and smirked. Devina was going to test her potion on Alice. Alice was not aware of what is going on but sensing Devina's behavior she sensed something is fishy but she has no other choice but to abide by what is being instructed. She sat quietly and Devina served her a bowl of soup. Alice asked Devina 'What is this soup made of aunt Devina?" Devina replied "Some of my special ingredients. it is a protein-rich soup." Alice nodded and quietly sipped the soup. The taste of the soup was awful but Alice cannot spit it. She quietly sipped the soup. After a few minutes, Alice started feeling dizzy and she passed out on the table.

The poison taster, whose name Silas didn’t even bother asking, tells him. He wipes his mouth with a napkin and pushes the bowl away from them. Silas crinkled his nose. The smell of the soup was awful, and he couldn’t even imagine it being served at his birthday later. He knew the ingredients the chefs had used had to be the cheap ones since they would be feeding some of the homeless wolves.

My boyfriend, who had gone missing for a month, appeared in my soup. The shop was crowded, yet I didn't dare raise my voice. Swallowing down the bile in my throat, I staggered outside, found a secluded corner, and retched until my stomach burned. When I was done, I ran upstairs, locked myself inside, and dialed the police. An hour later, they called back. "We've checked," the officer said. "Their ingredients are all sheep offal. As for the tattooed skin you mentioned, we believe it was a standard meat inspection stamp. No missing-person reports have been filed in the city for over six months."

I woke up and saw Alice standing next to me in a white robe and a face mask. "What?" I asked. "I'm hungry" she muttered. "Hungry for what? didn't you just eat like..." I looked at the time, "2 hours ago?" "I'm not hungry for that anymore" she said. "Okay what would you like to have?" I asked. "Seafood boil, with some imitation crabs too", she said. Who eats seafood boil by 3 in the morning? Alice. "Okay I'll call for them to get you seafood -"

Leaning against the hood, I removed my sneakers to feel the grainy beige sand prickling the soles of my feet. Seawood clumps were spread out across the sand as the blue waves rolled in like a rippling bedsheet. The scent of salt permeated the entire atmosphere. Four squabbling seagulls hovered above in their never-ending hunt. An albatross was swooping toward the point where the sun and the sea converged on the horizon.