Breakfast Puns Novels & Stories

<<44>> * There's always light at the end of a tunnel. * **** ----- Author's note. ----- That day, The girls were very glad, when breakfast was served earlier. Though it wasn't anything special. Still, they appreciated it. They were almost used to being fed like animals but well... Half bread is better than none. " You know, guys... I have been pondering on something funny since I woke up. " Elizabeth spoke up after breakfast. " Which is? "

Dad is having his breakfast, he’s in the middle of sipping his coffee when he notices me. “Good morning, pumpkin. Drew left for the gym. How’s your sleep, sweetheart?” he says with a delightful smile. “Morning, Dad. I see, we back to pumpkin. Drew never missed a day. Maybe it’s a part of his work to stay fit.” I start my breakfast with toasted bread, scrambled eggs, fresh fruits, and a cup of coffee. I feel nervous about what I’m about to ask. Dad looks at me when I’m about to say something. I sip my coffee instead.

KIRA These bloodsuckers really know how to eat because I have never seen a breakfast quite like this. Breakfast is supposed to be butter toast and eggs, at least, that’s what my mum used to make. Nothing like this. The breakfast table spread across the hall, covering the expanse of the room. Five chairs, dripped in the finest gold, were positioned at different angles. In between them were foods and drinks of all varieties :toast, eggs, salmond, grapes, apples, wine, bagels, sausages, oranges, baguettes, hell there was even pizza.

Family Breakfast – Tension and Humor Breakfast was a delicate balance between chaos and humor. Tshepo nursed his bruises. Sandra avoided Abby’s gaze. Mathapelo leaned on Gail. Mom sat quietly, quietly fighting depression. Abby lectured on discipline and responsibility. Gail tried to lighten the mood. “Did anyone see the cat chasing the rooster yesterday? It ended in total chaos.” Even Mathapelo managed a weak smile. Abby scowled but didn’t argue. Humor flickered like sunlight through storm clouds, fleeting but precious.

“Just because I don’t say them, doesn’t mean I’m going to judge you for using them in front of me. My aunt can be just as sharp-tongued sometimes.” “Honey…there’s a big difference between being sharp-tongued and being potty mouthed!” Debby gave me a wink. “You know…we say the kind of things that make good kids wash their ears out with soap later on.” I shook my head. Why were my best friends being ridiculous so early in the morning? “I need to get breakfast.” I told them with a sigh. “I’m starved.” “Of course.” Debby showed me a sympathetic smile. “I’ll get something for you. What do you want?”

Noah offered me a many suggestions before I eventually settled on blueberry flapjacks and some banana flapjacks for Leo. " What the fuck is a full English breakfast?" I looked up to see Angelo lowering at the menu in confusion causing me to burst out laughing. His strong Italian accentuation and his vicious light just made it indeed funnier. It took me a nanosecond to calm down before I could answer, while the other two just goggled at me like I was crazy. " It's just a term for a full breakfast like eggs, bacon, toast and a many sides. That is all." Angelo jounced before giving me one last light for laughing at him and looking back down at his menu.

My head is still spinning from the kiss, and he’s sitting there all casual, eyes on the plate like we’re just having any other morning. I just stare at him, completely thrown off, but he gives this little shrug, pretending he’s not aware of the chaos he just caused. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he says, like it’s the most reasonable explanation in the world. “And now we can’t skip breakfast.”

I hear Eric struggle to swallow a laugh behind me, I turn to glare at him and he clears his throat. “We should get to it, I think.” He attempts to change the subject and motions towards the open seats. Breakfast was incredible, I don’t think these people know how to make bad food. Freshly cut fruits, eggs, bacon, pancakes and pretty much anything else you could imagine is spread out. I am enjoying every bit of it and I cannot get enough, that is until he entered the hall. Cain walks in with four other men and my jaw no longer knows how to chew.

Not ‘through. Just 5:29 AM. Just yes. *8:02 AM. [SFX: KITCHEN. THEN PANCAKES. THEN THREE.]* Kitchen. Not lasagna. Not donuts. Pancakes. Chocolate chip. Susan’s rule. “Big news = breakfast for dinner or breakfast for breakfast. No exceptions.” Susan. At stove. Flipping. Seeing me. Seeing face. Seeing _something._ Susan put spatula down. “Shut up,” Susan said. Pointing. Finger. “Shut. Up. You’re—”

Tuesday: Breakfast: bacon, fried eggs, bread, coffee, tea, mangoes. Wednesday: Breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, coffee, pomegranate juice, apples. 'These people love this 'coffee' thing,’ Phil thought to himself as he continued reading. He had no idea what sausages were or bacon or even the coffee that appeared everyday for breakfast as even dinner and so, he chose a day without the former two because it seemed like he was going to make this coffee anyway. ‘I should have just asked Hari to help,’ he again thought as he opened the fridge. He relied solely on memory and didn’t know what to do. He hoped that he would be done by the time they came down. He also hoped that Hari would change h