Spoon-fed Book Novels & Stories

Tina sighed. “…Unfortunately.” Everyone started laughing. … By the month everyone had their own strange relationship with the baby. Mrs. Harlow talked to my stomach when she thought no one was looking. Cook argued with me because the baby liked his soup. The guards saluted when I walked by. I still wasn’t sure if they were serious. … Kian was the strangest. Every evening after dinner he came with another book. Novels. History. Adventure stories. Poetry. It didn’t matter.

Trevon's heart skipped a beat, his eyes darkening with a mix of surprise and hopeful anticipation. Was Madeline about to feed him herself? It seemed likely. However, instead, Madeline walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a baby spoon, and put it in his hand. "You can manage a spoon with your left hand, right? Even a one-year-old can do it. You've got this, Mr. Gibson." With that, she went back to her meal, not giving him another glance. Trevon stared at the spoon, a wry smile flickering across his lips.

When they returned to the ward, it was already nighttime. Lea brought the two children over and sent dinner. Suzie and Lucas sat on the bed, accompanying Shaun to eat. “Shaunny, watch. This is how you hold the spoon to eat.” Suzie became a little teacher. “Don’t drop the noodles.”

“We’ll try a spoon of applesauce in a bit. Then soup if the gods smile.” She made a face I mentally captioned bribable. “You brought books,” she said, as if she had to confirm it was real and not a fever hallucination. “I did. No onions.” Her laugh tumbled out—rough around the edges, precious because it was possible. “Thank you. For all of it. The ugly parts included.” “That’s part of the thing,” I said. “The bad and the boring. The good is easy. The ugly is where the vows go.”

“Just eat it.” I stared at the spoon, then at the disaster Damon presented to me in form of a soup. Silently, I prayed to the moon goddess to come save me.

I must have lost my memories as a baby but I've none on being spoon fed . I open my mouth and to my own shock, tears immediately begin to fall. Everywhere is blurry but I feel the cold taste of the yoghurt. Of the man feeding me. "Chocolate is a calorie bar not meal Anor" I nod, unable to speak, weeping quietly and he feeds me midst the tears. At the third spoonful, my vision becomes blurry by tears I can't see his face. A warm press settle on my eyes. And then the soft click of lips pressing on my eyes.

"It’s a very pretty smell. But it's very loud. You should try to be quieter, Raven. The Hunger has very big ears." He patted my cheek with a cold, dry hand and walked away. I stood in the hallway, shivering. I went back into the library and sat down. My hands were shaking. I reached for a book—any book just to have something to hold onto. But as I looked at the table where my father had been sitting earlier that morning, I noticed something. He had left his spoon behind. I picked it up. It was a heavy silver spoon, part of the pack’s good set. But the bowl of the spoon was twisted. It hadn't been bent with a tool. It looked like someone had bitten it

After Selena bathed the two children and prepared them for bed, Juniper docilely took a picture book herself and got into bed. “Just read me one picture book today, Mommy. After that, you keep Jamie company.” Jameson looked at Juniper’s bookshelf in the room, the dazzling array of picture books on the shelf a sight he’d never seen. “What is a picture book? Is it a book?” He gazed at Selena with his head tilted.

Tess A week later I make a plane sound with the spoon of porridge leaving the plate and aim it at Lucas’ mouth. He doesn’t open up, and I frown at him. “Come on, one more bite!” Lucas huffs at me and moves his head to the side to avoid the spoon. He can’t see, but he has spider senses. “No, I don’t want more food. I’m stuffed.” “But you’re disappearing...” I mutter.