The Table

“The paper, stained in spots, has yellowed, its black ink faded to a dull brown, but the horizontal lines printed on the page are still a fine blue. Some scribe took great care preparing this page, first dragging a piece of graphite along a straight edge to make two pairs of twin columns... One column is titled “Ages — Years Old”; the other, “Valuation.” The first begins in infancy at age 1 and continues to 60, the age of infirmity for an enslaved person after a lifetime of work. In the second column

Babbette’s Feast The ale and bread soup is left to simmer on the stove for an hour as Babbette looks at it with a facial expression that is a mixture of worry, disgust, and obedience to women who have given her a place to stay as a maid. In the movie Babette’s Feast, two elderly sisters and their congregation adhere to strict Christian practices and give housing to Babbette, who is highly experienced chef from Paris who knows how to cook some of the world's finest French cuisine. Escaping Paris

Once I finished my third margarita, I looked for Diane to take her on a tour of the house. She never saw the renovations we did years before, but really, I just wanted the chance to ask her what had happened since our Rhode Island trip. When I couldn’t find her I spotted Travis standing alone by the grill in the backyard. After I showed him the living room that had new cherry wood instead of the ugly off-white carpet, we stood below the staircase and I eased my way into the conversation I wanted

Kimberly’s fingernails were once so pretty and pink. Now, they’re stained yellow with nicotine. She rolled another cigarette, her hands illuminated by the one her mouth. “Bitches, they’re all bitches.” Kimberly uttered to herself. Then she started laughing at herself. Here she was sitting on the river bank talking to herself like a crazy person. She looked exactly like one of her many Snapchat victims. “Karma’s also a bitch…” Kimberly started to rhythmically chew on her doobie. She was too focused

The next morning everyone awoke to the smell of eggs cooking. They walked down the stairs to find Linda standing at the stove cooking breakfast. Linda was a tall woman with a large build, thin brown hair and brown eyes so dark you couldnt even see her pupils. A sweet woman from the time when women served the family and she loved it. Everyone sit down and have something to eat while its hot Linda said loudly. She had a booming voice, it had to be that way because she had a family off all boys, and

Story retells Summary of story: A Thanksgiving story is featuring a large turkey with a big problem. Turkey has been invited to everyone's home for dinner. With five homes to visit Horse’s, Pig's, Sheep and Goat's, Cow's, and Mouse's. Turkey knows there'll be a ton of food to eat. But there'll also be friends and their families who can't wait to celebrate the holiday with Turkey! Can this very plump bird make it through every meal without bursting? Since Turkey does not want to hurt any feelings

"No, Cadence your not going to have that thing I'm not going to loose you just because you want to be a damn mother not at a time like this that thing is coming out of you." "No, Negan I'm keeping them I'm going to have this baby and I'm going to be okay and you're going to be a dad or are you afraid of being a Dad." then he screamed at me "No I'm afraid of losing you Cadence. So please don't let me loose you. You already lost me you left me to be with Sherry. "We Can try to have a baby later." "No

Hey guys! I just wanted to start off by apologizing on how late this chapter is. I was on vacation for my birthday but to make up for it I am giving you a double chapter today! Enjoy! Vic’s POV As I woke up in the arms of my handsome boyfriend, I decided to make some chocolate chip pancakes for everyone. I slipped out of Ryan’s arms and headed to the kitchen. Once I grabbed everything I needed, I got started. 10 minutes later Ryan’s POV I smelled something delicious and walked to the kitchen.

“I wasn't going to let you die. For God's sake it was paint, that's no reason to kill yourself.” If he had any idea he wouldn't say that. “Come on, we need to get you to a hospital.” “No!” I yelled. God, not again. “Please Alec, don't. I can't put my aunt through that again. Please, I'm fine.” My mind had started thinking about how bad I had screwed up this time. Mia never would have forgiven me. “Mia. Oh, God, I have to pick up my sister. What are you even doing here? How did you find me?” Reality

Carina: I observed a small group of four girls around the ages of 16-19 who were all getting burritos at Chipotle. They were still wearing their volleyball outfits and clearly belonged to a group of teenage athletes. They all seemed to be friends as they were laughing and talking loudly with one another. Their visit at Chipotle seemed to be some kind of social experience for them, much more so than just going there for nutrition. When ordering they asked each other: “what are you getting”, which