Soup That Makes You Blind Novels & Stories

Lena woke with a splitting headache. Morning light slipped through the curtains and landed straight across her face. She groaned and dragged the blanket over her head. Her head throbbed and her mouth felt dry. “You’re awake.” Evelyn’s voice came from somewhere too close. Lena cracked one eye open. Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl of soup in her hands. Steam curled from the top. Lena squinted. “When did you learn to make soup?”

His eyes focused towards the steamy hangover soup in front of him. It was a substance that he’d never seen before, a clear soup, with some dark greens floating above the surface. At a glance, it doesn’t look that delicious at all, but he could’ve sworn that soup fumed the most delicious smell he’d ever smell before, like the smell of the sea. "Well..." He looked around for one last time to see whether there were anyone other than him in this house, before mindlessly digging in. Not far from where Ricky sat as he inhaled the food, at the upper cabinet, a pair of eyes watched him intently as he savored the soup, while also letting out a delightful moan upon biting the fluffy rolled eggs.

Instead, I said flatly, "Your eyes will get better." How could they not when she was never blind to begin with? Evelyn paused, then let out a soft sigh. "Maybe, but I don't want to drag you down." Then, she slipped back into her usual self, playfully saying, "I want some shrimp, Matt." I took out a box of yesterday's leftover spicy shrimp from the fridge. Evelyn couldn't actually handle spicy food. Even a little spice would leave her stomach hurting and make her break out in a sweat. But she liked spicy shrimp.

“Come on, we’ve got to get you cleaned up.” It felt unbelievable good to have a shower. To feel the cold water running along my back, down my butt and even over my aching legs. I almost cried. I was robbed of so many things being locked in that hellhole. Thomas didn’t know, but I wasn’t able to make out every colour, most things seemed a blur, others were fragments or black and white. It’s said that after a while many things lost function of certain organs when they weren’t in use. Most fishes in the darkness couldn’t see, maybe I was slowly going blind, having seen nothing but complete darkness for longer than I cared to remember.

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

Since he used to work late into the night, Deirdre would fret about him a lot and would make something warm and comfy to perk him up. After tasting her pasta, Brendan also began to miss that soup. Deirdre’s expression turned cold. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I can’t do that. I’m blind.” “You can’t, or you won’t?” “I won’t,” she admitted curtly. She did not want a dish representing her guileless, pure love being abused by a man who did not love her anymore. She used to make that soup because she loved him more than anything else in the world. She loved him unconditionally and wanted nothing back for her sacrifice. Spending time to make the best chicken soup just seemed right to her back the

Bryan finally looked up sharply, eyes cold. “What’s in it?” Maria blinked. “Sir?” “I asked,” he repeated, standing slowly. “What. Is. In. The. Soup?” Maria placed the tray on a table, lifting the lid. “It’s homemade broth. Chicken, vegetables. No preservatives. I prepared it myself.” Bryan reached forward, taking a small spoonful, smelling it, checking the texture, examining it like inspecting a crime scene. Maria didn’t move, waiting. After a tense silence, Bryan exhaled. “Fine. Leave it here.”

They had stir fried Octopus, Prawns Chilli, Grilled lobster tail and Chicken Manchow Soup, Salad Dish with Broccoli , Cucumber, Radishes and BeetRoots. Christine was famished. She enjoyed the food. She already had tasted his food before and knew that he is the best cook. This man is best in everything that he does. She was lost in her thoughts while drinking soup. Sam had heated soup before they started their lunch so It was still very hot. She burned her tongue by sipping that hot soup. And it was quite painful and the discomfort was unbearable. Sam noticed that she has scalded her tongue so he got up immediately from his seat and took Ice cream from refrigerator and gave it to her. When

I think I have to made her drink this soup . And their it starts. .......... Okey, i am standing in the kitchen right now . It took me complete two hours for making her drink that soup . She threw so many tantrums saying the smell is not good , sometimes her heart is not good and not to forget she even cursed the chef because the soup is not spicy . Really ??? Oufffff This girl and her stupid ideas ..... A TOTAL DRAMA QUEEN ......... Evil eye pov

His gaze lingered on me as he offered a small vial. "This is a remedy for your headache. Mix a few drops in water and drink five times today." "Thank you," I mumbled, surprised by his seemingly contradictory behavior. He predicted months of unconsciousness, yet offered a cure. The table overflowed with an enticing spread: wild boar soup, grilled boar meat, freshly baked bread, and a hearty chicken and vegetable porridge. I was so glad to not have ended up in the Stone Age when people didn't know about fire and ate raw meat.