Liquids Till Lunch Novels & Stories

Tursa says before walking out of the bathroom. She heads to the amazing machine on the wall and presses a few buttons. After only thirty seconds the door slides open and there sits a drink much like the purple fizzy drinks I shared with Krystal. "Here. This will empty your stomach and prepare you for dinner and dancing," Tursa says as she hands me the drink and I look at it before looking at her. "Is this how you all stay so thin," I ask before drinking the slightly teal colored liquid. Tursa laughs, but shakes her head.

Just didn't want blood on his designer shoes. I was fading fast. Every breath stabbed like broken glass. The air reeked of liquor, almonds, and straight-up evil. Their voices blurred into one giant, echoing nightmare. My eyes flicked to the wall clock. 9:10. That was it. Nobody came. Maybe my family gave up too. Just as my eyes started to close, the doors slammed open. White light flooded the room. "Where is Siena Suvari?"

The person also had long black bushy hair falling down her back. The man looked at the woman and said something that the woman didn't reply to. The person whom the woman had sent away returned and I finally saw her face. It was a young lady. She looked profoundly serious and walked upright as she came toward us with a brown moulded bowl in her hands. She held it towards the woman and the woman put her hand in it and drew out a smaller bowl with a handle from it. The woman then put her hands under my head and lifted my head up. She put the bowl against my lips. It was water. I gulped it all down thirsty. It felt so good, refreshing. I wished for some more, but she returned the water dish to t

I want to take that opportunity to be with him in that situation, but it’s just frightening. I pushed that thought away. Nothing would change if I thought about it anymore. When I got downstairs, I pulled back the motorized curtain and saw the cloudy weather. It looked like it was going to rain heavily. I switched on the TV and turned it up a little so I could hear from the kitchen if there was any news that the students were out of school today. I brushed my teeth in the bathroom first, then returned to the kitchen. Once I returned to the kitchen, I saw Lance drinking a glass of water, then he crushed it and spit it in the sink. He did several times until he had finished a pitcher of water

“At ten, you have an appointment with a snack.” Max nodded. “At eleven, there’s a strategic juice break.” Another nod. “At eleven thirty, you have a performance review.” Max frowned. “Who?” “Your mother.” I looked at Nina. “Everyone gets very brave before I’ve finished my coffee.” Nina gave me a small smile. Max pointed at the calendar. “When’s lunch?” “Twelve thirty.” “Too late.” “You just ate two chicken sandwiches,” I said. “That was brunch. Different department.” Someone behind us laughed.

the girl said, walking to her locker to get her science books before heading to the said class and sat down in her usual seat. An hour went by, followed by another and it was lunch time. Walking out of her third class, Lilliana met with her friend at their usual spot ...in front of their lockers and the two walked down the hallway to the cafeteria together. Grabbing an empty tray each, they joined the queue to get food with Tessa standing in the front.

“Of course, it is. Let’s go.” They made their way to the break room and took their lunches out of the refrigerator. Two signs on the door declared Clean up your own messes. Your mom doesn’t work here and the other said, All containers left in the refrigerator will be thrown away on Friday afternoon … Early! More labels inside marked each worker’s lunch and included declarations and threats about not touching them. Lila and Tara sat down to eat. Tara started talking about a guy she had met at the bar the previous night.

Lentils. Bread. Pickle. Luna gave Zoya her lunch. "Here, friend." Adam gave her his pen. Noah gave her a biscuit. Zoya got shy. Ava patted her head. Damian was watching from a distance. He called Miller. "Do a background check on Zoya. Quietly." --- *DAY 765: THE GOODBYE* *3:00 PM.* Time to go back. Kids in a line. "Bye Sir!"

I’ve come to get answers from the least two favorite people in my small, miserable life. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and it is now a little after midnight. It's too late to ring up for any room service. So I pick up my purse and go to the twenty-four-hour mart and pick up some toiletries, a large bottle of flavored water, and a frozen meal pack to heat up when I get back to my room.

Now he had nothing but the count. He whispered: “They’re 31 and 30. Running it.” He didn’t smile. *6. 12:00pm. Lunch. Marian’s* Marian made jollof this time. Not rice soup. “Change,” she said. “For Year 16.” Elma, Willa, Nathan. All there. Marian: “You look tired.” Willa: “We are.” Elma: “We’re good tired.” Marian put the recipe card on the table. Laminated now.