Food My Muse Novels & Stories

' She took a long pull from her canteen and rummaged through the MRE's until she found something appealing. She smiled at the thought of what Marie had said about the acronym. That also brought a tear to her eye as she poured a little water into the heating pouch and shook it gently. She had picked the Beef & Noodles, which was okay, but the salt content made her thirsty. When it was done heating, she plopped down against a tree and ate it in silence, listening to the wind through the pines.

Famished, though she’d had a late supper last night, she poured a large bowl of muesli and turned the radio on. Seated at the breakfast bar, she ate a few mouthfuls concentrating on the enjoyable taste. The radio crackled with static. The music died and an indistinct whooshing sound replaced it. She got up and switched off the radio. Back on the stool, she took another spoonful of cereal. As her teeth crunched down, she registered an unexpected movement and foul taste. She looked down at her bowl to see black beetles and maggots wriggling in the muesli.

Mu Zi held her tongue, "I'll eat by myself ......" Confronting Murong Cheng, she was always at a disadvantage. Whether it was the resistance on the bed or the mental tightness, it made Mu Zi exhaust her physical strength, she was famished, and the food in front of her was quickly eaten up. The chocolate mousse was mellow and thick, with a smooth texture, sweet with a hint of bitterness from the chocolate, not so sweet that it was greasy. Paired with a cup of top quality black tea, it was perfect.

And almost succeeding, that last time. I just don't know what to do, I think to myself as I chew on my lower lip. I'm sitting at the little table in my kitchenette, a glass of red wine in front of me. Marcus is at the stove, humming softly as he flips omelets in a pan for us. "Here we go," he says, bringing a plate over to me. The steam rising off of it smells delicious. "Ham, cheese, and mushroom, as requested." "Thank you," I say, accepting the plate. I take a bite and close my eyes with pure joy. Sometimes, the simplest foods really are the best.

As Zach drove, his phone suddenly chimed with a new email. He frowned in confusion before opening it. In an instant, his gaze froze, and the steering wheel jerked, sending the car swerving dangerously. Eugene jolted awake, rubbed his eyes groggily, and looked at the phone in his hand. It was the surprise I had so carefully prepared. The email displayed an unmistakable pregnancy test result, showing that I was pregnant. Almost immediately, a video began to play—there I was, smiling brightly and beaming into the camera.

“I’ll be fine.” My eyes linger on her bruised face but the time's already screaming at me so I grab my bag and tell her to lock the door behind me. •••••••• I can't remember the last time I was at somewhere this fanciful. The diner Myles picked is what I'd call a small haven of deliciousness. There's soft lighting and soft music. There are only a few seating spaces scattered around the hall while these cute, porcelain vases are arranged at random places in between.

He was just a competitive guy. “The game is called Muse,” Vivienne said, her scarlet silk dress rustling as she stepped closer to us. She picked up her cell phone and held it up, moving the stopwatch directly in my face. “The rules are simple, darling. You pick a total stranger from the working staff, you make them feel completely seen, and you get them to kiss you without touching them first.” She twisted her razor-thin grimace in my direction and then back to Adrian. With a big smile on his face, Julian Vaughn was already stowing a leather wallet in his well-cut jacket pocket.

She turned her head toward the kitchen and yelled, "Two mugs, Frank!" I picked up the menu. It was massive. I had navigated billion-dollar mergers and read complex international trade agreements, but this menu was a maze. There were pictures of eggs, pancakes, burgers, and something called a "Monte Cristo." There were sections for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and "Midnight Cravings." "There are too many options," I muttered. My voice sounded rough. Amara let out a small sound. I looked up. She was biting her lip, trying to hide a smile.

I said, breaking the silence just after we’d all taken our first bite. Truthfully, that kind of music didn’t really appeal to me. My taste was eclectic, but not that alternative. Still, Kate had talked about the band so much that when she asked me to go with her, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. After all, it was the kind of thing best friends did. “And what concert is it?” Mom asked, lifting her gaze from her plate. “It’s an alternative band, but lately it’s become Kate’s favorite, and she can’t stop thinking about them.”

Nothing else matters to a starving girl ! I strut towards the long table that had various kinds of foods . I grab a plate and the worker posted at the stall helps serve the food onto it . I decide to get a blueberry muffin , sausages and salami with eggs and bacon . Michael stares at my plate , probably wondering if I can finish everything I've gotten . " How do you eat all that and not get fat . Aren't you a human ? " He asks . I scoff . " I still have vampire genes "