Monday, May 21, 2012

"Chopped" Fan Fiction - Chapter 3


Time stood still.

This single, gentle kiss sparked more passion than most people experience in an entire night of lovemaking.  It was unbelievable but innocent.  Mindblowing but kind.  Indescribable but soft.

After what felt like a decade of bliss, they pulled apart from one another, still basking in the moment.  Alex’s eyes were cast down.  She was in shock.  Geoffrey’s eyes were fixed on hers.  His gaze unrelenting in its delight.

Slowly, Alex began to raise her eyes up from where they were.  She paused before allowing them to look straight into his. 


Her stomach whooshed with the power of an oceanic wave.  Feelings swept through her like a tsunami of emotion.  She had to look away.  The emotions were so strong they bordered on making her feel ill.  She feared that if she continued to look at him,  she would actually get sick.

Geoffrey’s voice broke the silence between them:

“I’ve been waiting a long time for that.”  

Alex wanted to pinch herself.  Was she dreaming?  Was this actually happening?  When she had arrived to work that morning she never would have believed that today would be the day for this.  That today her most deeply-buried fantasy would come to life.

 A tiny voice escaped from her throat, cracking as the words came out of her mouth:

“Me too.”

Like a firework exploding, Geoffrey lunged forward and grabbed her face.  Without hesitation he passionately kissed her.  This kiss was far less innocent than the last one had been.  They grabbed each other’s bodies as though they instinctually wanted to fill their hands with a piece of the other person.  They were desperately trying to hold on to each other; they were desperately to hold on to this moment. 

They kissed like they were making up for lost time, lost opportunities, lost moments.  They kissed like long lost lovers, who had been reunited after years of distance.  They kissed like the soulmates that they were. 

They kissed, and once again, time stood still. 

Friday, May 4, 2012

"Chopped" Fan Fiction - Chapter 2


“What are you doing?”

Alex didn’t even realize the words had passed through her lips.  They left her body in a demure and breathy exodus.  Her eyes glimmered with a sense of hope akin to that of a fairytale Princess.  The kaleidoscope in her mind swirled with the colourful thoughts of what could be.  She waited, hanging on his every breath, scanning his face for any sign of what he was feeling.

Her words fluttered around him like butterflies.  Their cool breeze touched his skin and delighted his senses.  Unlike Alex, his mind was still.  He had never been as sure about anything as he was about this moment.  He drank in her image.  Every inch of her quizzical face.  Every hair on her head.  Every beat of her heart. 

“I can’t take it any longer, Alex.”

His words sliced through the air deftly. She was crippled by his directness.  Her usual strong and matter-of-fact demeanor gave way to that of a blushing teenaged girl.  It was good she was sitting because her knees were weak.  It took every ounce of her energy to push out 4 simple words:

“What do you mean?”

She hadn’t even finished this query before Geoffrey’s lips found themselves on hers.  He placed them there carefully, deliberately, lovingly.  This delicate, tender moment of affection made time stand still for Alex.  Her entire body was immediately on fire.  It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.  She had imagined this moment a million times over, (though she never would have admitted to doing so, even to herself) but a million fantasies couldn’t begin to live up to the real thing.  She never dreamed that this moment would have been this magical.  She never anticipated how intoxicating Geoffrey would smell.  She never thought that something so wrong, would have felt so right.  

Thursday, May 3, 2012

"Chopped" Fan Fiction - Chapter 1

Due to a few requests, I've actually started writing some "Chopped" fan fiction.  Yes, I recognize how ridiculous this is but I challenge you not to kind of get into it.  
Enjoy fellow Food Network fans!


“Cut!  That’s a wrap!”

It had been a tough shoot day.  Alex Guarnaschelli, Geoffrey Zakarian and Aaron Sanchez all let out a shared, audible sigh.  It wasn’t abnormal that a shoot would go this long but it was abnormal to have to deal with an unruly contestant on the show. 

Tripp was as arrogant as he was talented.  His attitude made the judges cringe, but they couldn’t deny the flavors he managed to create dish after dish. 

“I feel like I need to take a shower.”  Aaron joked weakly. 

Tripp’s opponent was an older woman named Jackie who was in her 40s.  She spent her time working as a chef in a centre for troubled youth.  And while her altruistic nature warmed the judges hearts, her food just wasn’t as good as Tripp’s.

“Well it’s not a popularity contest.” Geoffrey replied flatly as he removed his tortoise shell glasses and began to clean them using the corner of his suit jacket.

“You need to start wearing ties.” Alex quipped.  “If for no other reason than as a cleaning cloth.”

Zakarian chuckled.  Alex always seemed to be able to make him laugh at the moments where it felt most impossible. 

“Well I’m off.  I have an early morning tomorrow.”  Aaron was out of the studio in what felt like a flash.  He was friends with his fellow judges but just not in the same way that Geoffrey and Alex were.  People would often refer to them as “work spouses”.  They had the kind of connection some people only dream of having. And when you find it, it’s usually with the person you choose to spend your life with.  However, when you meet someone later in life after you’ve already chosen your life partner things can get sticky.  “Work spouses” seemed like the most appropriate relationship for two soulmates who were both already married with kids. 

But today was different.  The air felt heavy around these best friends.  There were a million words dangling in the ether that longed to be said.  But they weren’t. 

Geoffrey and Alex sat in silence in the now-empty studio both staring straight ahead.  Motionless.  An eternity seemed to pass within each heartbeat. 

And then, without a sound, Geoffrey placed his hand upon Alex’s.  A muted movement that brought with it a million words all being screamed at the same time.  All of the things that had never been said were now being shouted in the silence.  The electricity that Alex felt from Geoffrey’s gentle touch was unlike anything she had ever experienced.  She felt it inside.  In her core.   Like a current pulsing through her; she felt alive. 

Her head turned slowly.  Her eyes searching, yearning, begging to be met with his.   His gaze complied.  And they sat.  In silence.  In each other’s eyes.  Really inside of them.  For the first time.