Chop Fruit Novels & Stories

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

I needed to refresh my memory on the video I had skimmed through earlier. I opened the app, tapped on the search bar, and rewatched the two-minute clip on how to fry plantains. The guy in the video made it look so simple. Cut the yellow fruit into neat little circles, drop them gently into hot oil, wait until they turn golden brown, and take them out. Simple. Logical. I set the phone down on the counter, grabbed the wooden cutting board, and stared at the pile of uneven, jaggedly sliced plantains I had managed to dice earlier. Some were thick as bricks, others were thin as paper.

Xiao Chen cleared his throat and said with a serious expression, "Brother Koo-chee, how many fruits do you have? Give them all to me." "Koo-chee, Koo-chee, Koo-chee." The Koo-chee beast looked happy and handed Xiao Chen four Seven-apertured Octarine Core Fruits. Xiao Chen did not frown even a little bit when he put the four fruits into his mouth one by one. He chewed and swallowed them. A moment later, Gui Xian walked in and said with a smile, "It seems the girl always has a measure." "Burp..."

He found another plate and stacked them up into a gooey, chocolate pyramid. Finally, James dug back into the fridge and rolled out the watermelon. He took the chef's knife out of the drawer, sharpened it, and placed the fruit on a cutting board. He cut it in half, then halved it again. He sliced all that into chunks and filled a large bowl with pink fruit.

I guess that’s Cain passes me. I begin to hear the sound of cutting. From the sound of it, I’m guessing it’s a fruit. The crispy sound when you cut the fruit. Is it apple? Pear? What are the others that let out a crispy sound when it’s cut? I stop thinking when I hear his footsteps approaching. I feel a presence near me. I think he’s standing in front of me. “Ready?” He asks. I giggle then nod. Cain brings the fruit to Rosie’s mouth. I slowly move my lips when it’s near me.

“How long will it take for the fruits to ripen?” The pig demon said, “One hour at least.” As expected, this pig demon had a knack for this. Alex nodded. “Fine. I’ll figure out a way within this one hour. You’ll be in charge of plucking the fruits. Hey, let me show you something.” He took out a Chaos Tree branch. “Do you recognize this?” The pig demon was wide-eyed. “Chaos... Chaos Tree?” Alex said with a smile, “That’s right. It’s the Chaos Tree. I even have the Chaos fruits. Do you want some?”

She started, her eyes on mine. "It has to be done perfectly, one clean cut all the way around, and then the fruit must be separated into four neat equal parts, ready to be eaten. It symbolizes a clean start to the day and a servitude to the house." I stared at the sharp knife and the large round grapefruit sitting in the middle of the table. I was an expert at corporate law, not fancy fruit cutting. "You have to be kidding me," I muttered. I looked at the knife, it was long and thin and I could feel my palms starting to sweat.

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

he said, winking at us. “I will have anything you have,” Dmitri said, and I looked at the varieties which were in front of us. The flavours were written in front of it, and they looked mouthwatering. I watched him, amazed, as he expertly chopped the fruits, blending them, and he was so fast I was stunned. “Wow,” I said, watching his every move, and Dmitri chuckled, taking pictures. “This is amazing,” I said, looking at Dmitri and nodding his head, smiling.

He looks invested. "Not sure. A year perhaps." She follows his stare. "What are you looking at?" "What kind of fruit is this?" Pinching two fingers around the tiny fruit, Jin picks it up like it's some kind of contaminated object and brings it up to his eye level. His gorgeous face twists in concentration as he tries to figure out the identity of the weird fruit. It looks like a cherry if you take away the protruding strings. Yet it's also too big. The size of a kiwi. So it still can't pass as a cherry. Maybe a new crossbreed?