Big Spoon Little Spoon Novels & Stories

The sharp clang against the plate made me freeze. “Ever heard the phrase Don’t talk while eating? It’s not just for fine dining etiquette. It’s common sense.” I blinked, stunned. My words died on my lips, then he went back to eating like he hadn’t just scolded me like a schoolgirl. So, I didn’t say another word. Then, the silence stretched thick and awkward as the room felt like a prison made of gold. “Thanks for the meal,” I finally said when he finished. “We should go now. Though maybe you need a few minutes to shower and, you know, looking like someone society respects matters a lot.”

Greg spat and Elder Clawson sighed. "It would only take me a second to overturn my words so I suggest you keep your mouth shut, you dolt. For all it's worth, all this proves is that you're not as useless as I thought" Elder Clawson spat and Greg shut his mouth. Silence ensued for a while until.. Lance dropped his spoon noisily and everyone looked at him. He cleared his throat.

I indicated the spoons I had on the counter, but not pointing out which one. I had two there, one that was bamboo, the other metal. The bamboo one was purely decorative, having carvings of trees and plants on it. When I saw Gaston come in, I picked it out just for him; hoping his love of pretty things would circumvent practicality. I was right in that aspect when he went to pick up the spoon.

Too close. Before I could react, he picked up the spoon from the bowl. Turning it slowly between his fingers like he’d done it a thousand times before. “I think I need to teach you this,” he said, dipping it into the soup. Calm. Controlled. Like this was normal. My chest tightened. “Open your mouth, muffin,” he added, bringing the spoon toward me. The aroma hit my face. I gasped. “Muffin?” I repeated, confused and offended at the same time.

I only needed a sharp blade to plunge it into his flesh. “You can’t keep starving yourself like this, Tesoro.” He commented with a sigh. I scoffed, glancing at the dishes left on my table hours back. That was the fourth meal they’d brought into this room, and like the others, this was going to the trashcan. The aroma was enticing, but it wasn’t enough to make me hungry for food.

At the table, I placed a small bowl in front of Myra with the cartoon spoon I’d kept for a special guest. “For you,” I said. “He guards your soup.” She laughed. “He looks like a tiny wolf!” “Exactly,” Elijah said proudly. “He’s the moon-wolf spoon. Very rare.” Myra clapped her hands once, delighted. “I’ve never eaten with a wolf before. I love it.” I served the food. It was soft rice, light broth, and mild vegetables. I watched her eyes widen after the first taste. “Auntie, your cooking is indeed better than the chef’s at my house.”

Suddenly, a loud voice shouted out from the middle of the amused crowd, "Wait, a spoon?!" "Yes, a spoon!" Lucy yelled back, tossing her head back as she scoffed in absolute contempt. "I mean, what else do you really expect from a pathetic, worthless loser like her? Honestly, I don't even want to mention the disgusting part where she told me she usually stuffs raw hotdogs inside her private parts to get them wet before she takes them to the kitchen and fries them for breakfast!"

He was looking at the plate patiently, with a very hungry four-year-old face, completely unbothered by the tension filling the room. He brought the spoon toward his mouth. "Don't…" Nikolai crossed the room in three steps and his hand came down, knocking the spoon clean out of Noah's grip. It clattered to the floor. Noah's eyes went wide, more from the shock of it than anything else. I was already moving. "What is wrong with you?" I stepped between them, pulling Noah against my side, turning to face Nikolai with every single thing I was feeling sitting right on my face. "He's a child, he's hungry, what is your…"

The Day Lily Thought Peanut Was a Genius The problem started with a spoon. God. A completely ordinary spoon. Fair. A harmless spoon. Reasonable honestly. Nobody suspected it would cause trouble. God. Nobody was prepared. Fair. Especially Lily. Reasonable. The morning had started normally. God. Breakfast. Fair. Sunshine. Reasonable. Ocean waves rolling below the cliffs. God. Everything peaceful. Fair. Everything safe. Reasonable honestly. Then Peanut picked up a spoon.