Chop Chop Fruit Novels & Stories

She felt a numbing sensation on her scalp as the knife danced swiftly between Cherry’s fingers. “Do you know what this is?” Cherry clasped her fingers around the knife and waved it in front of the other woman. “A fruit knife.” Lucy rolled her eyes as she answered. Perhaps only someone as stupid as Cherry would ask this idiotic question. “Do you know what it’s used for?” The corners of Cherry’s lips twitched slightly as the words rolled gently off her tongue. “To peel fruits, of course.” Lucy had evidently gotten impatient. “But it can be used in many different ways too, for instance…” Cherry smiled and paused her speech briefly for dramatic effect. In a matter of seconds, her face fell and s

“Let’s go with red and green grapes, those always look full and rich. Maybe strawberries too, with the green tops still on.” She looked up at me, finally paying attention. “And figs,” I added, “sliced open. They look fancy without even trying.” Sophie nodded slowly. “What about color?” I grinned. “That’s why we’ll throw in starfruit. It’ll add that golden pop. Maybe even some blueberries, just for contrast.” She tilted her head. “You’ve thought this through.” “Of course I have,” I said, smug. “We're not just feeding them, we're making them stare.”

"Oh no, honey. I'm loading you up on food." I furrow my brows, having no ideas what she's talking about. "What? Why?" "Well, ginger rice is good for nausea. Hard boiled eggs supposedly are too. I'm not convinced, but you need the protein anyway. This way you can chop one up real quick with this little device I got you." She rifles around in a plastic sack for a second and pulls out a box with what looks like a vegetable chopper in it. "Here. It'll make the egg really small, so you don't have to chew much. Maybe that will trick your brain and help you stomach it."

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My heart hammered against my chest as I took in heavy gasps of air and released out overweight puffs that seemed to have been more muffled than a padded cell. The cold texture of the apples stung my palms and a low shuddering breath rolled out of my lips as I glared back at it. “I'm hungry, mommy.” I heard the sound of Ivy's voice and with a wide, reassuring smile, I paced towards the kitchen counter. I took a chopping boards and after taking a knife from the magnetic set, I cleaned it and started chopping the apples.

Jolene asked with a little laugh. “A peach pit smoothy.” She said putting the pickup in gear and driving out of the portico over the circular drive. “Peach pits have cyanide in them. They’re very deadly.” “Why would you make a peach pit smoothie?” “Because the woodchipper makes a huge mess.” She said as they passed through the gate again. “Woodchipper?” Jolene asked as they turned back towards Morgan City. “You’ve never seen that movie? Serial killer chopped up the bodies in the woodchipper.” She gave a light laugh.

Charlie quickly interjected, “Oh no, the chives are not ready to pick yet, we can’t eat them now.” “Huh?” Claire frowned in confusion. “They look quite alright to me, why aren’t they ready yet?” Charlie answered, “You don’t understand. These chives may look alright, but it’s not ready to be eaten yet. Wait a little longer, okay?” Claire nodded and said, “Okay then. Let’s have some roasted eggplants for tonight, shall we? I want to eat Mushu pork too.” “Okay,” Charlie replied with a warm smile, “In this vegetable garden, you can pick anything except the chives.”

he said and Mj could swear she saw tears and something like recollection flash briefly behind Lou’s large soft blue eyes. Lou walked Mj to the cutting station where a few other pack members were cutting different vegetables. “Alright that crazy bat-” Lou began before one of the surrounding members turned around and pointed their knife in Lou’s direction “don't let Chef hear you call her anything but Chef or you could end up like Frank.” Mj turned her head and smiled at the thin pasty white man speaking to her and Lou. “Noted, thank you” Mj offered and Lou simply grunted. “Names Brian” the man said and pointed to the large magnetic strip on the wall “pick your pointy friend and grab some grub

"Why were you devouring everything like a little pig the other day when Mrs. Carrie cooked, but you haven't even moved your fork and spoon today?" Cherry snapped out of her trance. "Mommy, I'm your biological daughter, with genes inherited from you. Even if you like pigs, you should consider whether I'm happy about your simile." Seeing that she was still capable of talking back, Sophie smiled and put a piece of grilled pork onto her plate with some mashed potatoes. "I don't like pigs. I like you more. Now hurry up and eat." Cherry pursed her lips, picked up her silverware, and poked at the succulent piece of grilled pork until it turned into shreds mixed with the mashed potatoes.

"Uncle, Mackie cannot reach the fridge up high. Please help me get it!" Gloria stopped chopping the veggies for a second and turned slightly. "It is okay, baby, I will bring it for you.