Writing Prompt

Tabitha can’t wait to win against Rolf.

They have been rivals for this while competition. Neck and neck.

From the beginning, it was obvious they were the best two chefs. The winner of the main challenges was always one of the two. Right now, Rolf has one more win than Tabitha, and she can’t have that. He’ll hold it over her head forever if he gathers more wins than her.

With three of them le...

It was the first of three rounds in the annual cooking competition at Myrtle Beach. Maria Wall was getting very anxious, because this year could be the year she won. The 30 time champion, Matt Payne, had retired and was now the judge. Maria had always come up second or third to Matt, but this year, she had a chance.

“Maria! Are you listening to me?” her boyfriend of three years, Evan asked. “I wa...

The stage was set for the ultimate culinary showdown. Jullian and Percy, two renowned chefs, stood side by side in the final round of the prestigious cooking competition. The air crackled with tension as they prepared to battle it out for the coveted title.

But there was more at stake than just culinary glory. Both Jullian and Percy had fallen for the same woman, Rayleighanne, a talented food cri...

"You are going down."

At least that's what I think he mouths at me from across the room despite his teasing smile. I glare back at him, as I have this entire week of competing against him for the cooking competition we are both in. Yet I don't feel as much hate as I did now, in the final round, as I had in the start.

"In your dreams," I mouth back at him, making a face.

I don't need to win this...

“Marley, the frosting!” Called Twyla, getting the golden brown three tier cake from the steaming oven. Marley quickly scrambled to the counter where the homemade frosting lay and raced it over to Twyla. Twyla sighed a sigh of relief and carefully spread the frosting out. Then she used a stencil and added beautiful flowery designs and swirls. After that, Marley put on the fondant flowers and honeyc...

She walks over to my station just as I realize I didn’t push the handle of my beater all the way down.

As I frantically turn around to turn off the machine, she giggles.

“You’ve got some batter on your chin” she says moving her right thumb up to my face and stroking the stray piece gently off the edge of my jaw.

I stay frozen in place even when she retracts her hand, and am a bit surprised as ...

This was my dream. To win. My bakery was at stake and I have everything to lose. I didn’t realize that meant my heart as well.

Justin was a an Italian baker who had recently opened a shop a town over from mine. It was destiny some would say that we would not only be competing for costumers but also 1000 dollars in prize money.

The thing is I have never met him before only heard his name and the aw...

i don't feel. i don't think. i just cook. you see, i don't let my feelings or emotions get in the way of a fabulous dish. one twinge of doubt leads to an undercooked roast. another strike of fear leads to under seasoned potatoes. and worst of all, a single hint of uncertainty leads to losing. so i don't lose. i always win. and i don't dapple in silly feelings.

-BEGINNING OF COMPETITION-

i take...

they start with the cookies , then the pies . soon they compete with the cupcake . ryan and georgia smile across the counter . they pass a look while the judges do the judging .

“ we have a winner .” says one .

“ ryan .”

in the room later , the back room , georgia congratulated ryan . he bent forward , his lips brush hers ....

“That sway-back heifer!” Belinda said, hands on hips.

“Mom, you are in the Lord’s house!” Tamara said, shocked.

“It’s my turn to provide the coffee hour refreshment. Sheree knows I do every sixth week,” Belinda said setting her buttery pound cake down with an angry thunk. “and she shows up with her skinny ass apple cobbler.”

Fragrant chunks of cooked from scratch apples in a maple glaze peeped ...