Big Spoon Little Spoon Novels & Stories

Bef‌ore Ava could defend herself, another voice came runn⁠ing in. “Mama! Noah took my spoon yesterday!” T‌heir little on⁠e e⁠ntered dra⁠matically carry‌i‍ng exactly three hair cli⁠ps and no socks. ‌ Noah sighed. ‌“I borrowed it.” “You never returned it.” “It’s a⁠ spoon.” “It⁠’s MY spoon.” Breakfast officially became‍ chaos. ⁠Everybod‍y talked over everybody. ⁠Nobody‍ listened.

“Oh, trust me, I’m getting plenty of joy watching you defend that medicine-flavored sugar goop.” I rolled my eyes and dipped the spoon back into the tub. “I’m not going to reward you with a reply.” “You just did,” he said smoothly. “I bet you can’t even defend it properly.” That made me pause, spoon hovering midair. Oh, it’s game on. “A spoonful feels like floating straight into the clouds,” I said proudly. “It’s soft, sweet, and doesn’t judge you like some people do.” Reeves smirked. “Oh, well in that case, I guess you’re right.”

I know I’m skinny but I’m not that hungry for a big meal anyway, eating small meals makes you get used to just a little bit of food at the time. This plane burger alone cost the same as my weekly food budget but I ordered something because I knew they wouldn’t let me out of the restaurant without eating something. I didn’t want to be rude since Kennedy offered me to join the party, her husband birthday party, not the kind of party you get invited to every day. Henry suggest we play the twenty one question games, well mostly to find out things about me since they are all friends, but still it was fun especially with all the comments from the others, they made me laugh so bad over this one que

From across the room, Joy smiled creepily at him-happy that Logan was enjoying himself. Dinner was absolutely delicious with lemon and chilly roasted chicken, bread and potato crisps with garlicky parmesan sauce, sautéed mushrooms and other veggies and boiled noodles with gravy. It was an odd combination, but everything went well together. Dessert consisted of mango sorbet and a simple chocolate jar which contained sponge cake, chocolate mousse, cookie crumbs and nuts. The atmosphere was lively with Shaun's friends pulling an embarrassed Shaun's leg and his parents participating in the banter. Logan kept quiet, his focus on the sumptuous food in front of him despite of everyone's futile atte

I thought he'd be proud to know I've memorised all the utensils on which to use for what but he's a tough one to please because I stutter the moment he asked me to demonstrate on how to use the spoon for soup in case it's hot. "You do it half moon crescent," he runs his spoon in the soup in front of him, "Not blowing it as if you're playing trumpet." I giggle again and pick up my soup spoon, copying his act, "Like this?"

Weighing his options, he decided that asking for Emily’s help to find the extra spoon and suffering temporary shame at not knowing where the things were located in his house was better than suffering Favian’s wrath. “I can’t find enough spoons. Do you know where we keep the extras?” Ah, so that's why Darren looked so stressed. Earlier, Emily had already checked. There were no extra dinner spoons. However, there were other types of spoons that she could use. “It’s alright. You can give Mr Beowulf the dinner spoon. I will use the teaspoon. It’s slightly smaller, but it would work the same.”

Sean took the spoon from Harriet's plate and made it look like it was an airplane. "Get ready, the warplanes are coming!" Sean shouted excitedly. Harriet laughed and got excited. The spoon now ended up in Harriet's mouth. "Yummy! This is delicious!" ---

I said as I place back the knife at my table and eat peacefully, at last. The meal finished without both of us talking, all I can hear is the footsteps of the people around the mansion walking and the sound of utensils in the kitchen. The server places a glass of wine, I hold the glass as I slowly shake it admiring the red-colored texture of wine then slowly take a sip of it.

Madam Duval let out a grunt and glanced at the leftover food on the table that was so messy that not even a dog would eat it. “Come, put all the leftovers in a bowl and serve it to Hesper’s room so she can enjoy the feast!” Meanwhile, Hesper was already exhausted from starvation. She looked at the leftover stew in the bowl served before her in silence. If one were to describe it bluntly, even the Duvals’ dog ate better than her. Noticing Hesper’s lack of action, Sophia swung a kick at the bed rampantly. “Eat it, quick! Aren’t you starving? We made this especially for you.”

June's stomach growled, reminding her of the gnawing hunger she had ignored in her confusion, the growling sound made Hardin burst out in laughter as June lowered her head embarrassed. She managed a weak smile and followed Hardin to the dining room, where a table was set with a delicious-looking meal but the only thing that caught her eyes was a plate of spaghetti. Was that her favorite food? Hardin opened the seat for her as she sat down looking at the plate, Hardin sat next to her smiling. "This is my favorite food?" June muttered. She expected something fancy. "Try it," Hardin said digging into his food already as June took her first bite, she savored the flavors in her mouth as a smile f