Good Roasts That Rhyme Novels & Stories

Rick asked. "Getting there. Been at it all afternoon, just stepped out for a break." I worked at making my conversation stilted, nervous, guilty. I caught the glance that went between my sons. The look that said, 'we didn't get caught'. "Great. Another best seller." Rob smiled. "Just as long as it makes me a little money. You guys hungry yet?" "Hell ya, famished," Rick said. "Steaks on the grill?" Rob grinned, "Oh yeah, we'll even cook."

“Coffee’s fresh. Want some?” “God yes. Lead the way.” They head off together like they’ve been friends since kindergarten. Within thirty seconds they’re already trading barbs. “Did you know,” Lena says while pouring coffee, “that if you rearrange the letters in ‘Damon Black’ you get ‘bad man lock’? I feel like that’s a sign.” Rook snorts so hard coffee sloshes over the rim. “I’m stealing that. Immediately.” “Feel free. I’ve got more where that came from.”

that it appeared as though a hurricane had just passed by. After an hour of battling in the kitchen, Ruth walked out with a plate of roasted vegetables and attempted to sell her food with all seriousness. “Greasy foods aren’t really appropriate for supper, so roasted vegetables seem like the perfect choice.” Abel decided that this plate of greens was quite good, since he remembered the dark lumps on the other plates he had seen when he walked past the kitchen earlier. “How did you survive all those years abroad on your own?” he genuinely wondered. “I’m not picky,” Ruth remarked as she set the plate down in front of him. “It’s good as long as it’s cooked.”

“I hope she’d want to stay. I like Myrtle.” “Do you?” “I think so. It’s been good to me...” “At least it’s been good to one of us.” They ate the rest of their meal in silence until Roxie beamed. “Oh, they gave us fortune cookies!” She tossed one to Walker and opened hers. “You will find your truth,” Roxie scowled, “That could be ominous.” Walker smiled and opened his. “Oh, I definitely see this happening.” “What? What does yours say?” “You will fuck Roxie Reynolds...”

"Meatloaf is for sissies. Real men eat meat. Raw, bloody meat!" "You're disgusting!" I squealed, repulsed by the gory picture my head painted. "That's not what you were saying an hour ago." He taunted. "I'm sure it rhymed with "Big and hard..." "Oh shut up," I grumbled, trying to fish for the keys in my bag. We stood in front of the door to our home... Our home, I liked the sound of that. I liked it very much. "Shut up?" He murmured into my ear, "Wait till I have that meatloaf, you won't be doing a lot of shutting up, when I'm done-"

I replied. That earned a faint huff of amusement. Not a smile…Rook didn’t waste those. He crossed the yard and stopped a few feet from me. Not crowding, never crowding. “You eat?” I lifted a shoulder. “Eventually.” He glowered at me, muttering, “That’s not an answer.” I tipped my mug toward him. “Liquid breakfast.” At my action he snorted. “Ginger’ll murder me if you pass out again.” “Then I suppose I should cooperate for your safety,” I cooed sarcastically.

I swear the shadows are following me as I walk to work, yet I feel protected and safe with them. The smell of coffee surrounds me and I sip a Roasted-Toasted black. Roasted-Toasted is my special headache flavor, it is half French roast and half toasted almond coffee. It’s warm and inviting like a hug, yet bitter like the taste on my tongue after my arguments with Kyle. “Shit! Flavor of the Day is Roasty-Toasty! It’s that bad, huh?” Lee observes.

She had expected defiance, perhaps desperation, but not that. Maddox watched Rhea as if he had forgotten the meal in front of him. The second course arrived: herb-crusted venison with rosemary, charred root vegetables, and black salt. Rhea smelled the rosemary before the plate reached Maddox and almost closed her eyes. He hated it.

'You're sure your friend's place does it right? 'Right enough for me to enjoy it.' 'Do they roast carrots and parsnips round the joint as well as potatoes?'

“We though Indian food would be a good one for tonight.” “I love Indian food.” Rosalie smiled happily. The opened the take out containers to see Gobi Aloo, Dahl, and tandoori Chicken. Rosalie was so happy she beamed with a huge smile. Rosco was happy to see her so happy. If he could keep that smile plastered to her face she would but with badness to come he knew it was going to disappear.