Mere seconds had passed by after that miniscule chunk of that darned chicken liver cassoulet entered my mouth and soul.
The minute the flavour encompassed my tongue, I was enraptured. Enraptured by how utterly astounding I would be if that atrocious meal had never been handed to me. I eyed the plate in a deathly silence, watching the murky caramel liquid swirl.
It was preposterous! It swindled the eyes and eager gaze, manipulated your senses. It smelt sweeter than a bowl of candy floss, and it was as gorgeous as a newly blossomed rose...
But that taste!
That repulsive feel that drafted through your body, forcing you to shudder in disgust and painting a pained scowl on your face–that was what that dish did to you
The darned chicken liver cassoulet, it was a beast of its own kind. Like the fallen Angel Lucifer, whose blackened heart was disguised by his attractive face, the cassoulet was a menace.
Never. Never again.
Never again would such a thing be allowed in a near 5 metres of me before I turn and run away.
Never again would that comforting wisp of steam rise from the plate and wrap itself around me.
Never again would the beautiful layout of every piece of the dish twist my mind and soul into accepting it.
Never again would that taste send shivers down my spine.
I was done. Done with the chicken liver cassoulet. Done with the darned chicken liver cassoulet.
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𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 - super random
General FictionThis is all the stuff I've done in English language at school that I think I've written well (surprise, surprise, it's like everything!) It exists, and I'm only publishing for fun so you can see what I'm submitting! Enjoy <3
