At first I thought that I was just going to have a normal dinner at a normal restaurant. Sadly, that didn’t happen.

When I walked in, the place felt…off. When I sat down and ordered, I noticed some of the other people around me were running to the restroom. Others were rubbing their stomachs and others were groaning and throwing up all over their food. But what really caught my attention were the ...

A chef named Anne was cooking in the restaurant until she went to to the staff room .She was at the door she gulped her saliva and peaked at the door and gasped in disbelief her manager killed her husband suddenly her boss/manger saw her so she kept quiet and ran off but her wicked boss caught up with her and told her to keep quiet or you well be next and kept quiet for two years with tears in our...

No one ever suspected Luke, the head chef, of bringing his victim's bodies to the restaurant to dispose of them. Luke would cut up the bodies into several pieces and put whatever was left of his victims into a meat grinder. Luke had an impeccable attention to detail. He always made sure to clean every corner of the meat grinder.

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The aroma of caramelized onions and simmering garlic clung to Chef Alexandre like a second skin, a fragrant shroud that usually brought him comfort. Tonight, however, it felt heavy, cloying, a grim echo of the darkness he harbored. He surveyed his domain, 'Le Petit Paradis', nestled in a quiet corner of Montmartre. The clinking of champagne glasses and the murmur of satisfied diners usually fille...

She felt it now. A tremor rising up her spine. Fear. No not fear, panic.

Any moment now, she would get caught.

There was only so much stealth she could employ to allow herself to get away with this.

Someone would inevitably realise that she shouldn’t be here.

Not now, not anymore. Twelve years service. Twelve harrassing years of giving absolutely bloody everything.

And yet the news of he...

TW: De@th

We grow up hearing, “do what you love!” For those with a passion for food, like me, why not take one last bite with your last breath? It is commonplace in prison to get a last meal before the axe goes down. How come the incarcerated get this luxury but not the common person? These questions led me to open this esteemed euthanasia establishment. Our slogan? “It’s to die for!” And, we’ve ...

Dear Diary,

The royals never stood a chance once I started cooking. It’s funny how easy stuff like potions and preserving bodies translates into cooking. A little sprinkle of salt, a dash of newt’s blood, the queen can’t tell the difference!

So, when the winter came and ingredients started to grow sparse, I improvised more and more. Nothing too serious, but the prince did start to loo...

It’s a common way to keep clean, out of trouble, “keep your head down” they say. When Jin started working a the new Michelin star restaurant on browadway he saw it as a fresh start. There was no there he could’ve had any remote connection to back home. There was simply white uniforms, clean knives, and fresh countertop.

Upon prepping for the evening bussle, Jin was sharpening his collection when...

He’s only scheduled at night because he hunts during the day.

He’s a great chef, honestly. He brings in hundreds of customers every single night. He’s our star. His steak is always the main dish. He wins hearts with his skills.

He doesn’t know that I know, because I keep quiet. One day I’ll have the courage to confront him but for now I think I’m good not being under the knife. I watch him from a...

“Chef Grand, I have a question.” A young man carefully surveyed each and every word that came out of his mouth. The woman, Chef Grand, grinned revealing her white teeth, “Go on, I’m listening Doug.” What filled his senses was the bittersweet turkey soup, which was in the slow process of being prepared and cooked. Recommend by many of his colleagues with experience, he stared in her hazel brown eye...