Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

Blake said before returning to his home. “Oh____my____this____is ____delisious. What do they call this again?” Chai Xuanlu asked. “I believe they call it Cho_co_late? Sister Song stated, unsure. “It’s pronounced chocolate, and it’s part of all women in the world’s diet,” Blake said with a smile when he walked into the dining room, seeing Sister Song and Xuanlu sitting and eating a chocolate cake. “Ahh, you’re back, you meanie.” Sister Song proclaimed at Blake with a cute pout.

A small card rested on top. For my sweet girl. -M I bit my lip as tears pricked my eyes because Mateo had left me chocolate and called me his sweet girl. The same man who'd paddled my ass until I sobbed, who'd fucked my throat until I gagged, had bought me expensive chocolate and called me sweet. I ate one piece and it melted on my tongue, rich and perfect. I closed my eyes and imagined him picking these out, thinking of me, wanting to give me something that would make me smile.

I found some cookies, bread, fruit… “I’m in paradise…” until I saw it, up high, as if it were placed there so no one could reach it. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” It was a DeLaFee. A chocolate that makes me want to eat it just by the name alone, and the price of it makes my mouth water. Five hundred dollars… I know I’m a twenty-one-year-old adult, but inside me lives a child who loves chocolate and only gets to eat it at Christmas. I climbed onto the counter, “treed” up the shelf, and reached the five-hundred-dollar bastard.

I chuckled lightly closing my journal, I had been trying to write a poem but considering my mind had remained nothing but a blank canvas I decided to give up. At that time I had been experiencing a writer's block that had been killing me and though I used to experience episodes like that before, the inability to create had been going on for weeks. She chuckled lightly coming to stand beside me, allowing my nose to take a whiff of the sweet smell of chocolate. Upon natural instinct my stomach immediately grumbled lightly reminding me of the hunger I had been ignoring for some time. "You may have a point," she replied pointing discreetly towards a child munching on a cupcake with clear gusto.

The silence it represented felt like the only thing I controlled. Back in my apartment, the stillness was a physical presence. I toasted a slice of bread, forced down a few bites, the food tasting like ash. The act felt ridiculous, nourishing a body that housed a completely shattered spirit. But I did it anyways. The thought of Eleanor’s offer enveloped me,how she spoken, how she looked at me…I didn’t deserve any of this from both Austin and his mother,I thought of her last statement, “He would come begging.” Then, the itch started.

Carefully, he picked up the remains of an opened package of expensive chocolate, pieces scattered across the rug. "It's chocolate," Oliver said, his tone grim and professional. "Pure poison for dogs." "Chocolate?" I cried, confused and desperate. "Where did that come from? I would never leave chocolate where she could reach it!" Nate crouched down and picked up a small card that had fallen near the wrapper. He read it out loud, his voice tightening with every word, "'Congratulations on the engagement, little sister. Brought your favorites from Verdania. With love, Zoey.'"

"I am glad you are back. The koi fish were getting incredibly arrogant without you here to stare them down.." Nothing. Not even a twitch of his jaw. He was a stone wall. Sighing again, I lifted the mug to my lips and took a long, greedy sip. It was incredible. It tasted like warmth and comfort. But as I pulled the mug away, I realized I had tipped it entirely too fast. A large, ridiculous portion of chocolate was planted firmly on the tip of my nose. I tried to look, crossing my eyes slightly. I scrambled to wipe it off with the back of my hand and nearly knocked over the sugar dispenser in the process.

Everytime I have a lot of time, I always go to the coffee shop as I can smell the aroma of different flavors of coffee, especially the chocolate cake, and it motivates me to write more. *** “One chocolate coffee, please,” I said on the girl, she nodded and I looked around to find a table. I went on the last table that I saw and pulled my laptop from my bag and plugged my earphone in to listen to music. I smiled on the girl who gave my order. A sweet smile suddenly appeared on my lips when I smell the chocolate coffee. *** I can’t avoid myself from smiling while I’m reading my readers’ comments from my poem earlier, even though I just published it earlier, a lot of people have read and apprec

I asked. “Yes, come in.” she invited me. “I crave eating chocolate.” I said, hoping she would notice what I meant. “I still have bar of chocolate I left inside the drawer. “Did mom give you some?” she said, walking towards her vanity mirror, pulling the drawer. “Nope, I did not know there are chocolate bars.” “Here, I thought you knew.” I held the chocolate. “Do you know what it is written on it?” I wondered. “This,” she stared at it closely, “is written in Arabic. Maybe it means chocolate.”

something always came to tear it away? I sat down and hugged my knees closer to my chest and looked at the picnic basket beside me. Everything was left cold and untouched. I reached inside the basket and picked up the chocolate bar Ingrid had saved just for me. My favorite one. I began to slowly unwrap it. The chocolate used to taste so sweet and comforting. It was my small piece of happiness. I took a bite and chewed slowly. But this time, it tasted bitter. Like raw cocoa. No sugar. No comfort. Just... empty.