“It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” I mumbled and walked away without looking back, leaving that fast food store I always go to behind. The road on the way home stills the same as it always was, but the… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” Owen said. I laughed. “I still don’t understand how you could possibly dislike chicken.” “It’s disgusting.” My jaw dropped. “You’re lying to yourself.” He just shrugged like it wasn’t a criminal opinion. We… Continue Reading →
The Final Bite It’s hard to impress me with chicken. Each bite, sweet and crunchy, Glistening crispness covering the outer layer, Sweet honey mustard glazed across, Breathtaking scents hovering around. Steam rises up slowly. Spices curl around my nostrils. The… Continue Reading →
Listen. Be Present. It’s hard to impress me with chicken. The only thing I want is for you to listen. Listen to me about who I want to be – Or what I find funny, But most of all I… Continue Reading →
Chicken on Date Night: Yes or No? “It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” Some say, Yet others may remark— “It’s hard to impress me with caviar.” It all depends on what you prefer—if you think about it, that chicken… Continue Reading →
It’s hard to impress me with chicken. Until now. There was a time when chicken and eggs were just breakfast and dinner foods, nothing special. But everything changed when they soon became scarce. The shift came gradually at first, just… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” This is what I overhear the stuck up woman behind me say, as though she’s more important than whatever lesser population that eats chicken. But if you want to be impressed, don’t order… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. An awkward laughter escaped my lips. I asked my teacher to repeat those exact words, not sure if I heard her right. “Excuse me?” I asked,… Continue Reading →
WARNING: If you get grossed out by any conventional means, don’t read this. It’s not pleasant. “It’s hard to impress Me with chicken!” Chains. I’m covered in chains. Waking up, The Contestant opened her eyes, realizing she wasn’t laying upon… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” she scowled as the dish was placed in front of her, the spices on the chicken holding a dark color, seemingly burnt. The side not even bringing anything to the visual appearance of… Continue Reading →
It’s hard to impress me with chicken. That being said, this mad lad somehow managed to do it. The texture? Perfect. The flavor? Out of this world. The way the orange juice dances with the ginger, working together to create… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” said the man, grumpy and arms crossed. I raised a brow. “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Watch me.” Chicken breasts—skinless and boneless, plain flour, olive oil, garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, dried oregano, paprika, heavy cream,… Continue Reading →
A Resounding Resilience “It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” “Put in some effort next time.” The words resound relentlessly, A tornado plows through my mind. Night moves on without me, As I sit by the window and gaze, Fireflies… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” Ms. Lin is going to tell a bedtime story for the kids and they are taking a nap. Ms. Lin opened up the book and started to read. Long ago there was a… Continue Reading →
It’s hard to impress me with chicken. My father looks down and nods. I know. He says it quietly, Simply a recognition Of the fact That I’ve grown out of this world, Out of this cramped kitchen With the cherry… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” Ever since he was young Bobby had loved food. He had always been around cooking and the joy it brought. Since Bobby was young he could remember working in his family’s diner. It… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” he said as he clapped his hands together. “But this is delicious. The flavors work well together.” “Finally, some good food.” “Thank you, Chef,” I said, trying to keep my composure. “You are… Continue Reading →
The Last Course “It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” That was the first thing I said as I sat down. A stupid joke, something to fill the silence Mrs. May just smiled, watching me eat. There were about ten… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” That is what I murmured when I saw the waiter handing the plate to me. I don’t understand why my girlfriend insisted on taking me here. She knew I was no longer interested… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” you say, grinning as you scan the menu. It’s the same smirk you had when we were sixteen, when we used to ditch our last period, wandering the halls, talking about everything and… Continue Reading →