Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Wyron A @ Unsplash
Your main character uses their position as a head chef to conceal a dark secret.
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I have to keep moving all the time. If anyone sees me slow down or rest, they’ll know. They’ll recognize that something is off and start to ask questions. If they ask questions, I’m just going to crumble and I’ll have to run again.
I get the sous chef to chop some carrots. The stew is boiling and I turn down the heat. Our lunch rush is in an hour and the timing has to be perfect.
The smell of cr...
I woke up in a bad dream, thinking about something that was unexpectedly unexplainable. I just thought i was hallucinating so i just shook it off. I went to school and ate breakfast there since my mom had to go to work early, I went to class and it was really boring learning about x and hard complicated stuff like that then finally it’s was lunch time. As i grabbed my tray i was looking at somethi...
I’m the owner of a five star restaurant. It’s been passed down from generation to generation and now it’s my turn to keep the business alive. However, for the past three months business has been slow ever since the famous food critic, Mr. Lovelock came to town and tried the food here. He complained that the dishes were outdated and mundane. And with the influence and power that he had, business ha...
I didn’t mean to; originally that is. The first time it was so casual it was almost an accident. Almost. Of course, it’s hard to justify your actions when you’re an active serial killer.
Ding! I tap the little bell on the counter as I place a freshly made plate of ribeye steak up onto the counter. Stacey, our head waitress, grabs the plate with ease and it travels to the table where a man and wo...
I had always wanted to become a research psychologist, something called a degree and ethics got it the way. I could never be bothered with the former. I could never afford the latter.
But cooks require neither of those things. So the kitchen became my home. I grew accustomed to it’s automatic smells, and small added touches by staff. A mini greenhouse of herbs, Pinterest esk drying garlic, and my...
Jake parked his car in the lot and made his way to the door. The restaurant wasn’t the most popular place in town, but they were still open, everyday of the week. The neon sign atop the entrance door was turned on and lit up just about the whole of the restaurant’s perimeter. There was a bench in front of the restaurant, it was dirty and was often just there for the homeless or anyone having a rou...
Before I begin, I’d like to say I’m not ashamed in any way.
They deserved it, and it’s done wonders for the restaurant I’m a head chef in.
Allow me to explain.
About a month ago, my sister, my wonderful, wonderful sister, was kidnapped.
We were called by the kidnapper with a ransom of 3,000,000 dollars.
We didn’t have the money, so obviously, as a kidnapper would do, he sent us a video of him sh...
Food is a force of life. Hydrate, sleep, exercise, do whatever your mundane empty life gives you.
But without food, we would all wither away into the past, growing weak and decrepit until there was nothing left of our pitiful existence.
“Order Number 37! Shrimp Special, gluten intolerance! Workspace clean, now!”
The kitchen snaps to attention, my commands reveberating through their minds, deman...
“Mr. Shlong, whats the secret to the amazing food that you create?” The interviewer asked the chef.
“Well..thats a secret for another day!” He replied, giving a small grin. He knew he couldnt say the truth about his food. It wasnt that he was some murderer or cannible, it was just cocaine....
Harsh white light hums down, bouncing their relentless daggers from brushed steel into the weary, bloodshot eyes peering out from the dull reflection, distorted by bumps and grooves, with a thousand yard stare.
His face, distorted by bumps and grooves in the worktop surface, sports a two day stubble which shades his sagging, grey tinted cheeks with a dirty brown smudge wrapping up to meet with gr...