Writing Prompt

Overhead florescent lights whined and tossed green shadows over Dr. Langley’s scribbling hand. The examination rooms were miked for sound but Melinda liked to take handwritten notes. Shackled hands and feet, Tate Emerson was slumped to one side of his wheelchair as the orderly wheeled him into the room. The man’s skin was stretched tight over his skeletal frame. His closed eyes were sank deep into...

Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Lily who loved to cook. She had a natural talent for creating delicious meals and loved experimenting with new flavors and ingredients. However, one day, she noticed that her sense of taste was starting to fade.

At first, Lily thought it was just a temporary issue, but as days turned into weeks, she realized that something was seriously wrong. She c...

A mouth once erupted in a concoction of flavours. Sweet and savoury, bitter and tart. Now it’s numb. What started as a bunged up nose has nullified the tongue. A man whose life devoted to food has now been tarnished by this lack of sense. He had to hang up his chef whites and search for something new because what is the use of a chef who can’t taste his own food?...

Food was delivered to my room morning, noon, and night. A decent helping of a balanced meal of meats and vegetables. I had no room to complain regarded my treatment. I had a beautiful room, clothes, food, and a job… if you could call it that. Ghost would summon me every morning and I’d accompany him to the Red Rooms. The same endless Red Rooms my brothers are locked up in. The same Red Rooms I wil...

I hastily sat another bite upon my tongue. My mind, confused, searched. My tongue fell into emptiness like a foot searching for a stair in darkness. My jaw ground the rocks in my maw to gravel. I swallowed.

Nothing.

I was not sure whether my tongue or brain were betraying me. Sitting, still, I try to know whether taste ever existed at all; Whether anything ever tasted like anything. I attempte...

I whirled the spoon around the inside of the ceramic bowl waiting for my dad to finish filling his bowl and take a seat. He walks away from the stove with the pot of soup, pulls out the chair and sits down then pulls it back close to the table. He was a religious man and so before every meal we bow our heads in prayer. In unison, we say amen and begin to eat. I fill my spoon with hot soup but befo...

Edgar dragged my reluctant self into the bakery that morning. I knew I should have stayed outside and given him the coins to make a purchase but he convinced me with a wink and a firm hand tugging on my waistcoat. A mother can only make so many excuses for her child.

The bell rang as the door opened. The sight of colorful pastries and cakes lined the counter like bouquets of florals and little p...

“Eat it Michael, eat the scrap.”

The hall, a table splayed out with food and noble ancestry awaits the young boy.

“But it looks yuck…”

“How will we know if it’s poisoned?”

“…”

“Right then, eat.”

He scoops the fork of baked cherries into his mouth. But, the taste was not there. It hadn’t been for so long as he had eaten every food the king or any of his other affiliates wanted to eat. Everyth...

I remember when eating was fun. When I looked forward to lunch. Now I don’t see a point. Food is useless. I just won’t eat....

*Beep beep, beep beep!*

“Ughh.” I groan. I shut off my alarm and begrudgingly get out of bed and trudge into the kitchen. I quickly make myself some chocolate chip pancakes before I head to work. Mmmm! They look so good, smell good too! I dig in and wait for the chocolate taste to hit my taste buds. Wait a second? I can barely taste it! Oh no, am I coming down with the flu?! Ugh, just my luck! Si...