Only A Spoonful Novels & Stories

I brought just one spoon Me: I only brought one spoon He took it from me and put it in the food Andy: it's blessed, amen I smiled He took a little of it and brought it to my mouth. I opened up and he gently fed me. Next he fed himself Andy: did a maid or chef make this? Me: I think my mom did Andy: it's good He took another spoon and nodded then another spoon. I chuckled Me: mister, you're forgetting me He chuckled and fed me three times Andy: now feed me

"If I had, I might have—" She ate the first spoonful and stopped talking. He watched her. She pulled the spoon from her lips and looked at it and said, earnestly, "You have to try this." "I'm fine." "No, genuinely—" She loaded the spoon and held it out across the table, not quite certain she'd thought this through, "—just one bite, it's honestly—"

A bowl of soup sat beside chunks of fruit and crusty bread. The way everything lined up spoke up calmness, even if I didn’t feel it. She placed it before me without a word. Then she added, her voice low but clear, “You need to eat.” A pause. “Do it now my Luna.” The moment I lifted the spoon, my fingers shook just a little. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, Paula did not stop blinking once until I ate. It didn’t have much flavor, though it felt cozy going down. After that first swallow, one more followed.

Noah walked by the bed and again sat at same spot, by the side of her. He lifted the spoon with his long thin finger and blew it twice thrice to bring down the temperature of the porridge in it. After he felt it is in it's correct temperature, he extended his hand carrying spoon towards Sophia for her to have it but she moved her head more backwards and took spoon from his hand saying "I'll have myself." After a pause she spoke again "Thank you for the meal sir." "Don't be. By the way, why do you only have bread, noodles and eggs at home?"

I tried to bring the spoon to my mouth, but it was difficult. The soup was starting to spill over the edge of the spoon. I felt frustrated and my hands were shaking. I tried to calm myself and focus. Finally, I was able to bring the spoon to my mouth. I took a small sip of the soup. It was hot and delicious. It was the best thing I had ever tasted.

Something's missing. Out of luck, the first cupboard I opened had spoons, and I didn't waste any time grabbing one. I turned back to the counter, mixing the cereal and milk together with precision. A spoonful found its way to my mouth before it could fully mix, and I shut my eyes briefly to savor the crunchy taste. Damn! I could eat the whole pack at this rate. Another spoonful found its way to my mouth before I returned the milk and cereal where I had found them. I grabbed the plate and was about to climb the stairs when my eyes darted back at him.

something. "Damn, I don't have anything to put it in..." she said, twisting her mouth from one side to the other before dashing across the kitchen and grabbing a bowl and two spoons. She quickly used one of the metal spatulas to scoop it up and put it into the bowl and handed him a spoon.

(Pointing towards his hand ) It will pain very much (lying ) even holding a spoon . T:- (thinking she took the bowl and spoon and gave to Drake ) Try with other hand . D:- (again in a innocent yet clever manner he took the spoon and acted as if he can't do it ) It's not working . T:- (thinking ) I have an idea maybe I can feed you but only if you're comfortable . D:- (he smirked internally ) Yes a great idea indeed . T:- (taking the spoon filled with soup to his lips after blowing ) Here have it .

"Sadik. There are other better things he could try taking." "This is your best!" Sadik said with a roll of his eyes, now looking at Leonidas. "Try it. You have never tasted anything like it." The smell was refreshing in a way but the appearance looked rather discomforting. "Where is the spoon?" Sadik laughed, "There is no spoon! You take it directly from the bowl." "Oh," Sadik's Mother now had the bowl in her hands, a small sound of disapproval leaving her son's lips as she said, "See? He does not take such."

Adrian asks. “ Well, they're three extra containers or covers, whatever they are, and one spoon. Is there anyone else with a spoon?” he replies and asks. “ Me! I always carry a spoon with me, so I won't forget it at school before going back home.” Maya said, a bit shamefully as she brings out her spoon. “ Well, she's not alone,” Adrian adds as he brings out his too.