Salt X Oj Novels & Stories

~ “Why not?” ~In my time here in Foserense, I have yet to find an ocean or a large deposit of saltwater.~ “Where did you get your salt then?” ~Underground.~ “Salt mines?” ~No, ____.~ “What?” David takes out a piece of paper and writes on it. “Brine pools? Wait… don’t brine pools only appear on the seafloor?” David smiles. He’s impressed that Elizabeth knows that.

"Show me." He slid a pencil across. I took it. We stood shoulder to shoulder; my elbow brushed his sleeve. He smelled of salt, tar, clean metal, and something warmer from the small room spice ghosting the air, maybe a cask he'd leaned against or a life he didn't speak of. I pointed at the shoals.

And then he speaks. “I couldn't be mistaken…” he says slowly. “She looks exactly like a girl I know so well...Salt.” My blood runs cold.

He replied. “OMW so I can breathe underwater now! That’s so awesome.” I sarcastically cheered. “It only lasts two Dolhq months then it will wear off.” “Right and let me guess you are a secret spy or a mad scientist that just somehow got hold of this serum that doesn’t exist.”

But he asked the orange head a question. "Then what about the salt? Does the Cold Drink taste salty?" Jai asked. "It doesn't. It's actually pretty mild," Mac answered. He then took their small jar of salt and pinched some in his fingers. He then rubbed it on his fingers before putting it again into the jar. He then put a small fraction into his mouth and lightly grimaced. "Salty." "Of course it would be. What are you trying to prove?" Jai raised his eye brow.

The omega turned to look at the merchant and could see how much the man was sweating, eyes flittering nervously around the room. “Salantra,” Ryedir’s deep voice sliced through the tension with such sudden, quiet force that Kari jumped in surprise. “Is a specially distilled alcohol that reacts to any contamination, even saliva. It is a very long, arduous process that wastes a great deal of otherwise perfectly consumable alcohol to create such a product. But the end result is very much worth the effort, wouldn’t you agree?”

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

“Roosters are an oyster bar standard made up of a single saltine topped with an oyster, horseradish, and several slices of jalapeño. The tradition: You shoot one back, grimace, chase it with a beer, and before you know it, you've eaten a dozen and got a T-shirt to prove it. This is not that. This tastes good. Instead of something you'd eat only after partying a bit, this version is an adept way to start a party,” Xavier said as he plated the oysters from the bag that had been delivered a few minutes ago.

"Try this. It's good. Use the soup as the sauce." Olive stops her laughter immediately. "But it's kinda chewy, right, the texture?" "Yeah. But it's tasty, trust me." "Not too salty?" "The chef here knows where the salt and sugar are, Bee." "Doesn't matter, Sweetie." Olive smiles broadly. "Whether it's salty or not depends on the amount. If he's deliberately trying to poison me, he'd definitely give me a lot of salt." "Nonsense!"