Burnt Spaghetti Novels & Stories

I blurted out some flimsy excuse, "Oh, just curious, that's all." He seemed to buy it and went back to hosting. I returned to my seat, my stomach in knots. What were the odds that the girl I had randomly met at the concert was Leon's sister-in-law? If he ever found out, could our friendship survive? The wedding's crystal chandeliers were so dazzling they made my head spin. The red carpet rolled out from the banquet hall's entrance to the stage, shimmering like a river of light. My grip on the wine glass was so tight my knuckles turned white, and I could not stop sneaking peeks at the entrance.

Valdanus answered. “Ah, yes, spaghetti. You should try it. It's really delicious.” Maria nudged and continued to eat. I looked at the food again and picked up the spoon and scooped some spaghetti and quickly put it in my mouth, and in that moment my mouth exploded in the wonderful taste.

Burning that made every alarm in my brain start screaming danger. I spit the pasta out hard into the sink. The burning sensation got worse instead of better. It spread fast down my throat. My whole mouth felt like it was literally on fire. "What's wrong sir" Marcus asked. He rushed over to where I was standing by the sink. I couldn't speak properly. The burning had spread too far. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold water. I chugged the whole thing down. It didn't help at all. The burning just kept getting worse.

I'm sure it'll be the best pasta I've ever had. I flinch when I pick up my fork with my right hand, the metal scraping against the burn through the bandage. The pain returning once more. Twirling my fork, I bring the spaghetti to my lips, my mouth full with all of the delectable flavors. This is the yummiest spaghetti I've ever eaten. "Oh dear what happened to your hand?" Maia's anxious countenance reached my ears, her gaze locked onto the bandage around my hand. "I um.... I.... b-burn it.... on t-the r-radiator?" I say but it comes out more as a question. As I focus down at my food, I can feel Alessandro's gaze from across the table.

"There, dinner." I say as I place a bowl of burnt pasta in front of Niklaus. "You should be a chef..." "I thought I wasn't allowed to work." I answer cooly as I walk to my seat. "I was under the impression that spaghetti is prepared by boiling. How did you manage to burn it? That shows talent that shouldn't be ignored." "Oh, haha..." Without smelling or waiting for the steam to fade, Niklaus pokes his fork into the charred mess, spins the charred white strings covered in red sauce on his fork, and eats it.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

Walking into the kitchen, I found that the spaghetti I had been preparing was completely burnt, and smoke covered the entire kitchen. Panicking, I throw the windows open to let the smoke escape as coughs rip out of my lungs, my throat tightening until tears begin to fall. I run out of the kitchen to save my dear life when my stomach cries out in hunger. I wrap my arms around it, checking the time on the wall, and it is almost midnight. “That was all I had to eat tonight,” I whisper to myself, staring at the kitchen I almost burnt down a few minutes ago because of a fucking picture, and sigh in frustration.

It's spaghetti, but with shredded chicken and sauce with cheese mixed between everything rather than layered on top. Katy wastes no time sticking her fork into the noodles, twisting them around it, and then plopping the oversize bite into her mouth. She moans as if it tastes delicious. I pick at a piece of chicken with my fork, moving the noodles around in the sauce. "Eat, ladies," Frankie says with a smooth Italian accent. "If you don't, you'll offend Maria." The woman tilts her head in my direction as if she's agreeing and I shove a piece of food in my mouth. The most delicious flavor, cheese and sauce mixed in with a fluffy noodle has me closing my eyes and holding back the same sounds Ka

He was like a disgruntled woman with a grudge. “You’ve been mad at me for so long. Am I not mad at you too? Your acting was so real. How do you think I’ve been these days? I can only make you spaghetti, so take it or leave it!” She was angry now, too. Mark narrowed his eyes even more, but his mood got better. Her words pleased him. Since he was suffering, so was she. Both of them were suffering… She made him spaghetti with meat sauce. It was delicious, but there were herbs in it, and he did not like having too many herbs in it. He ate the spaghetti clean and left the meat sauce on the plate. She glared at him and ate the rest of the meat sauce.

"We've been together for seven years. I remember coming home late one night and finding her asleep on the couch. When she woke up, her hair was a mess. She yawned as she rubbed her eyes and told me she made me soup to sober up. "That look really killed the mood, and I lost my appetite for the hangover soup she made. I suddenly realized that I don't love her anymore. She used to be my goddess, the girl I pursued for two whole years. "But now, that goddess had turned into an ordinary woman who didn't bother to care about herself anymore. But we've been together for seven years. We were classmates. Our lives are too tangled up. Breaking up isn't easy. God, what a nightmare."