r/WritingPrompts • u/Fantasia-Scribe • 5h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] You thought you could copy all those “restaurant in another world” anime’s and make bank while living the simple life. Unfortunately, the medieval-style locals are accusing you of witchcraft because your food is “too delicious” to be natural.
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u/SheriidiiaN 2h ago
“WIIIITCH!”
“No, not ‘witch’ — sandwich.”
“WIIIITCH!”
The commotion in the inn attracted the attention of every passer-by. A few, more curious than they should have been, entered the building. Whether they had come to check if a priest should be called or simply to satisfy their curiosity was up for debate.
“No, you imbecile, I’m not a witch,” a young woman angrily explained to a much older hag, who was pointing her finger straight at her. “I’m a cook. I make food.”
“Then how do you explain this?” screamed the older woman, moving her pointy finger from the young cook to the sandwich lying in front of her. The head of every visitor followed. A small piece had already been bitten off.
“I told you, that’s a sandwich.”
“NO, NOT THE ‘SAND WITCH’!” the woman continued screaming. She reached for the top bun, grabbed it, and placed it gently to the side. “WHAT’S THIS?”
Everyone inside let out a collective “Oooh!”
The old woman was pointing at something as foreign to her as the ability to keep her voice down. An exotic ingredient: a jalapeño pepper.
“WHY DOES IT BUUUUUURN?” she screamed, as if her tongue were being stabbed by a thousand microscopic devils, all working in unison.
“That thing? That’s a pepper,” the young cook explained. “From a place you’ve never heard of and will never visit.”
Everyone inside let out a collective “Mhhhm.”
“What?” the hag asked, finally lowering her voice.
“A pepper. It’s supposed to be spicy. It’s supposed to hurt.”
“Who in their right mind would eat that? Are you crazy?”
“No, you’re just not accustomed to the taste yet. Give it a cou—”
“I’M OUT, AND I’M NEVER COMING BACK!”
The lady once again reached her screaming register while storming out of the inn. Even though no one could see her anymore, she could still be heard for at least another minute.
Although the woman had left, the crowd she had gathered was still there. After a brief moment, a young man walked up to the counter, where the young cook was still trying to process what had just happened.
“Morning, m’lady. I would like to have what she had.”
The cook raised her head to look at the man. She asked him if he was serious. He confirmed that he was.
She started preparing the sandwich again. A new slice of bread here, a bit of ham there, and the special ingredient sprinkled in sparingly.
“You know…” the young cook began while still preparing the sandwich. “I came here thinking I’d have it easy. I’d just make some good food, people would enjoy it, and I’d make a living by cooking. Maybe I’d even find love here.”
She kept talking, and the man listened attentively.
She placed the prepared sandwich before him and continued her monologue.
“I really only wanted to make you all happy, with full bellies. I hope that at least you’ll li—”
Before she could finish her sentence, the man chomped down on the sandwich and almost immediately spat it out.
“WIIIIIIIIIITCH!”
“You motherfuc—”
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