Food In Writing Novels & Stories

When he enters back into his prison room, he keeps thinking of what the ITF is because he understood the MSG that was written and he thought of where the message could be. He opens the food to deep his spoons into it and he felt something inside of it while some of his inmates came closer to him wanting to eat. He slowly brings out the one 1.2 litters plate that was inside it with a paper under. On the paper , he wrote that he brings out of the food that happens to be something like a shredded carton. He reads start a fire. Akin smiled and lowly covered back the cooler. When it was time for everyone to go out from the prison room.

It’s not as much of a selection as what they put in the banquet hall for the pack or the dining hall for the visiting warriors but it’s always a decent dinner and I’ve never been too picky when it comes to eating. I make my way around the table, helping myself to a bit of everything but I keep it smaller than usual as I’m not certain how much I’m going to eat once I get started talking about everything we’ve learned in one day about Cole. I take my seat and start cutting my food, setting it up so I can eat with my left hand while writing with my right. I have a lot of thoughts in my head that I know I need to get started on. I’ve already started slowly eating my food and writing notes by the

“Give me a chance – I'll show you I’m a veritable wordsmith” “Ergh! The cheese!” “Cheese? Hmmm. Speaking of food...”