Moe’s Cafe After my trashy car broke down I decided to head toward Moe’s Cafe. I sat down at the first booth on the left. The place looked horrible, there were cockroaches crawling all around the floor. Dust clunks are scattered around the ground. Water leaks from the ceiling from a large brown spot. The cook came out from the kitchen beating sweat from his face. He was not wearing a hairnet nor a hat. He yells at Blanche the waitress to come and take my order. She slowly came over to me and in a raspy voice asked, “What do you want!”. She reminded me of a wrinkled Ms. Piggy. I looked at the menu. It had frog wings, tail burger, hippo tenders, cactus fries, and more gnarley food. I said I will just take a Dr. Pepper. She motioned toward the soda machine on the other side of the room. She told me to go to Moe to pay. I walked over to the soda machine. On my way there I noticed that there were dried …show more content…
I finished the brownie in five painful swallows. I must have passed out after this because I did not remember anything from that time for about an hour. I woke up to find Blanche has brought over a plate of fried cactus and walked away before I had a chance to tell her that I had not ordered any food. Since this was the first time I had finally gotten used to the weird look of the place, I had the time to discover six specific smells roaming the cafe. It reeked of grease, heavy salt, the inside of a restroom, thick black mold that grew on the wall, garbage, and what seemed to smell like a pig’s den. After I got over the terrible smell, I looked down at my food. It looked like fried pickles but with long spines protruding from the light breading. It also had this kind of green slime reflecting on it. I get up from my booth and run out the front door. Moe yells at me that I need to pay, I scream back that I left a twenty on the table, and yes, you can keep the
It had been 5 years since the death of Johnny and Dally and everyday I miss them more and more. I am 18 now and about to leave to start my first year of college. I have still been living with my brothers Darry and Sodapop. Darry is now 25 and Soda is now 22. Things have been a little different ever since we won the rumble that night. I remember it like it was yesterday. But the difference is now the greasers and Socs are not really a thing anymore. Darry, Soda and I have kinda lose touch with Two-Bit, Steve and Cherry. But we all still think and talk about them everyday.(I mostly talk about Cherry.) When we see the Socs wondering the streets we don't go over and try to pick a fight anymore. We either smile and wave, it's like we're all one big friendly neighborhood.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
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It’s quite unfortunate that I get into the situations that I do. We went and visited the man on Howard Avenue today to collect the $10 dollars, and Lorraine doesn’t even want to cash the check! He will surely know that the L & J fund isn’t real if we just dispose of it. He invited us to the zoo tomorrow, and I suppose we will have to have to go, as some form of forgiveness for stealing money from old people. We didn’t really steal it though. He gave it to us. Then again, I suppose fraud is considered a sin anyway, so that leads me back to the zoo thing. Lorraine hates zoos, but they don’t even mean enough to me to even bother hating them. It’s just something that’s always been there, and I’ve never really given them much thought before. Kind
Greetings , I am Omelette. I will tell you a tale of my younger self. I was in my dwelling in Chez Omelette. Bernardo was humming a song by Selena Gomez as he always did before the dinner rush. I was studying for my Algebra test, curse the Pythagorean theorem! Then I heard a loud clatter, I ran into the kitchen and saw a short comedic man with a mustache resembling a moose in a cheese grader, and he was holding a large bag, “must be the delivery guy.” I said. So I put on my waiter outfit and started serving the famous cheese omelets.
The smell of bacon and pancakes fills the air of the Cracker Barrel. Customers' car engines purr as they pull into the parking lot of the restaurant. The crisp morning air blows against my back, pushing me back and forth. Eventually, the old couple that owns the restaurant comes and flips over the open sign.
All that you need to know is that if a bumblebee ever comes up to you in Dunkin’ Donuts, it might want a medium French Vanilla iced coffee with three creams and three sugars. If you don’t give the bug its beverage, you might leave the coffee shop with a new hole in your body, one that’s stinging, itchy, and a blotchy crimson that definitely won’t disappear for a couple of hours. This is just a fair warning for you coffee lovers out there: do not anger the bees.
Gasping. Fresh air fills Donnie’s lungs. Searingly cold. Donnie opened his eyes, a blinding white room occupies his vision. Again.
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
The Ballad of the Sad Café is set in a gloomy, isolated, small town in the middle of a rural area. The author immediately starts describing the dullness of the town, which is the location of an old desolated café. A portrait of the town is created in the reader’s mind with such vivid visual details provided. The passage sets the perfect mood for the rest of the story to follow. The author promotes her fierce and unique style with the usage of a strong narrative technique as well as different literary devices as the story proceeds. The passage depicts intricate details that indicate hidden meanings and messages for the reader to determine.
Then she saw a greasy china plate that had bread crumbs, cheese and sausage. The pungent of cheese made her stomach grumble. The man was very rude and insulted her because she couldn’t read. Then Frances headed home and on her way, she bumped into a girl with a nice, green, winter coat. She imagined her Ma in that coat, twirling around with a smile on her face. The girl’s mother said a rather offensive sentence about Frances and walked away with her daughter.
A combination of camphor and soap gave the place an amiable odor, but beneath it was the hint of cigarette smoke. At the first real whiff, ice shot into my heart. Wiping sweat from my upper lip, I blinked to clear away
The restaurant was full; every table was occupied. As I walked through the door to the kitchen, my colleagues greeted me. I picked up a plate of chow mein and was about to go out the door, when I heard a scream. I looked around and saw a rat scampering towards me. I have musophobia, the fear of rats, so I accidentally dropped the plate of chow mein as I tried to jump onto the counter. The rat dashed outside the kitchen to where all the customers were eating. The customers who saw the rat acted crazy. Someone jumped on the table hollering, others rushed out the door and others started shouting like the rat was a devil. It took us 15 minutes to calm all our customers down after the owner had called an exterminator. After the exterminator trapped the rat in a cage, the government health services ordered Lucky Fortune to be closed for a month because of unsanitary conditions. Not only am I living in poverty, I also was fired because the owner thought it...