Writing Prompt

Did you hear the Cook is making Italian food tonight? Oh no ,,said Mr. Pepper that means we’re all in on it. Me too said oregano? Yes, and Mr. imported olive oil makes his debut from Italy tonight too. I heard that Mr. oil and ms. garlic are going together. He better watch himself, because I’ve heard she is a hottie and she will burn you if you get her angry. She will burn you, like she has all th...

“What’s out there?

I can’t see.

I can hold myself together quite well,

When I am in this dark, chilled box.

I am whole and I am firm.

But if I am to leave this place,

The world may not keep me so cool.

I am so easily changed,

With even the gentle pressure of a finger.

It wouldn’t take much to melt me.

What would happen if I were taken outside

And the world began to melt me down?

If I became soft ...

As i swam through the brownish kernels, heat started to blast through what seemed to be the later of bag around popcorn. Something popped above me, then to my right, then left, then tiny explosions were everywhere. The smell of salted and buttery popcorn made me almost choke as it overwhelmed my sense.

I hopped from kernel to kernel, trying to find out what was happening as I traversed the wild, e...

I don’t know what to write right now and I wanted to post something so here are some lovely ideas to ponder on:

“I’m cooler than you.”

“Does that make me hotter than you?”

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Is sand called sand because it’s between the sea and the land?

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Is a crush called a crush because he/she will most likely crush your feelings?

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“Hey, is something burning?”

“Uhmmm, no”

“Because you look hot....

King Beef, Pepper Jack the Cheese Lord, the famous Pickle Quintet, Sir Ketchup, and Madam Mayo were all in attendance for the third annual BBQ Brawl. The renowned BBQ Brawl was implemented by the infamous King Wagyu and has been a staple in the Kingdom of Frigidaire since.

On this day, Beefs battle to see who will become the next Great Sacrifice to the Grill God. The Grill God wears a pristine w...

A burnt cheeseburger that was found in the dumpster behind McDonalds walks into a bar.

The bartender says, “welcome back”. The burnt cheeseburger that was found in the dumpster behind McDonalds replied “good to be back.”...

Darkness surrounds me.

The light comes in spurts, blinding.

When it comes, some of us go and new ones arrive.

Every time, I’m pushed even further back.

The graying bowl of bleu cheese keeps me company.

She’s okay but it’s hard to be beside her as the days go on. The baking soda stopped working months ago, so I’m told, so the smells are free to mix and combine.

Ms. Bleu is not great to be ...

They call me a monster. I’m not. I’ve had the craving all my life. I was born before my time. Screaming, I was a tiny ugly thing precious only to my Mum and Papa. I couldn’t keep up with the other boys. Powerful, golden calves flexing the children ran on the playground and I wanted to taste that strength. I’m not ashamed of myself or my appetite. My mouth watered on the playground.

As I grew older...

My Aunt Lydia wasn’t a powerful witch. But she could still make your life miserable if she wanted to. Just little curses to be annoying. A driver who cut her off in traffic, she gave a worrisome rash for a week. The waitress who kept forgetting to fill her coffee cup, she made the toaster behave erratically, sometimes burning it, sometimes undertoasting.

And the time I left the pizza boxes in th...

You wince at resistance

Of sword in flesh.

Your hands blush red

as your sleeves, as your cheeks,

As his blood.

Women’s work is this,

Midwives of death,

With breasts white as bone.

What did he say when you set your bread basket at the throne, when you rolled up your sleeves?

Women’s work it was, that’s all. Bread and breast

for the taking, both white as snow.

Your brow narrows

As you slice away...