Food My Muse Novels & Stories

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

Silence is the only gift I can rally. I make my way to the dining room. Breakfast seems more promising. A basket of breads and a plate of sliced cured meats and cheeses are placed on the table, along with a small plate of fruit. This is the first decent meal I have had in what seems like an eternity. I eagerly eat what is placed before me. “Ceres.” I hear from above as I heap food into my mouth like a gluttonous raccoon. I swallow what is in my mouth quickly, the partially chewed roll struggling to move down my throat.

She soon returned with them and we ate up. "What exactly would you like to see? So I can narrow down the choices in my head," he asked me. I sipped my coffee. "Art. People. Music. Anything at all." "There is a museum close by, says G****e Map. We could check that out," he said, scrolling through his phone. I nodded and rounded up breakfast as he was done already. We got up and was about to drop a bill when that curve goddess told us not to. "Breakfast is always on the house," she said with a smile.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I still hate your guts. I only want to come because whenever you are done with eating, we could go to visit those flying boars and start making our assignment” “Good thinking. Fine, you can come”, Mizuki agreed. Mizuki’s POV: Then we went to the cafeteria and my eyes were again stuck-on food. Most people would say that I must be on a diet or fasting judging from my slim figure but once they get to know me, they say that I’m a foodie and ask where does all the food go. Well, the only thing I could say to them is that I don’t know myself. “Hmm… what should I eat now? How about Strawberry Cheesecake Poke cake, Root Beer Pie, Dulce de Leche Lava Cake, S’mores Funnel Ca

LONDON CALLING {Playlist Suggestion: "Castle on the Hill" by Lukas Graham (Cover) / "Ribs" by Lorde} ~KADE POV~ I was sitting in the cracked red vinyl booth at Ellie's Eats, staring down at a plate of greasy diner fries that I wasn't actually eating, just listening to the comforting, mundane sounds of the bells chiming over the door and the coffee machines hissing in the background. Sitting across from me were Denver and Mia, and they were pressed so close together in their side of the booth that you couldn't even tell where Denver's varsity jacket ended and Mia's oversized sweater began.

Jasmine stepped into a classic-style restaurant with sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and soft jazz music playing in the background. She had taken a moment to fix her hair before entering, trying to calm her suddenly racing heart. After Danzell had informed her that he would be meeting her mother, Evelyn, Jasmine felt a knot in her stomach.

mused one of the thirty-something census members, biting in a sandwich between his dazzlingly white, large teeth. “Oh, bless the Lord and thank you! Mayonnaise, mustard, pepper, and freshly pickled baby gherkin sandwiched in plain white sliced bread. I hard-boiled some eggs and cooked the flaky tuna in herbs and spices first,” revealed the gracious home-cook, for she had prepared the wedges of white sliced bread smeared with mouth-watering sweet, salty, and tangy spread which had rhapsodized their taste-buds to dance with every nibble.

00' at the end. " You only have one hour so please prepare something in that required time." Meanwhile at Amy and tuts side. " Tut let's prepare something like spicy chicken fries with spicy souse." " Are you sure it will stand out." " Why!! Don't you like it?" She said that innocently. He pinched the space between his eyebrows . " Don't you think we should try something sweet for this kind of occasion." " That's right the spicy things are more ate at breakup means. So let's make a pudding like pineapple pudding with nuts over it having cream."

And for our dessert, we have a platter of a Greek yogurt parfait with walnuts and blueberries on top. Mackenzie really enjoys each of the dishes. She doesn’t complain about their smell or texture like she did earlier with our lunch. That’s why I offer Uma an approving smile in which she responds with a proud one. When the night deepens, I allow Uma, the violinist and the others to leave my island so I can have some time alone with my future wife. Once the noise of the boat’s engine fades and the boat itself disappears through the distance, the atmosphere becomes even more special.

Lucrecia muttered while reading the instructions on her phone, next she exclaimed, "Okay, just wait for five minutes!" While waiting for five minutes, Lucrecia baked bread, then she chopped it into small cubes. Afterwards, she back to the pan when the alarm she had set went off. After the soup had been thickened as she wanted, Lucrecia served it into bowl right away. As the garnish, she added some breads that she had baked onto the soup. "I think it's enough," Lucrecia muttered, looking at the tray filled with bowl of the cream soup, a plate of small baked bread that had cut into cubes, milk, and mineral water.