Writing Prompt – The Kitchen of the Future

Imagine yourself in the Kitchen of the Future – what does it look like?

Write a drabble (exactly 100 words) or a piece of flash fiction (up to but not more than 1000 words) on the prompt and add it as a comment to this post.

Word count: 100 / 1,000max
Due date: Friday, 14th October @ 2pm GMT

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6 thoughts on “Writing Prompt – The Kitchen of the Future”

  1. As I stumbled through kitchen door, bright sunlight reflected off pristine and freshly cleaned surfaces and pierced my retinas. My brain cried out in pain, debilitated by the fogginess induced by my current hangover.

    I lurched towards the sink, grasping for a clean glass as I went. In the corner of my eye, I realised that Henry was patiently murdering a frying pan of scrambled eggs, expressing his emotions with every pained twist and turn of his spatula.

    In that one moment, I wondered who thought it was a good idea to put emotion chip in the bloody robot’s head.

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  2. As I stumbled through kitchen door, bright sunlight reflected off pristine and freshly cleaned surfaces and pierced my retinas. My brain cried out in pain, debilitated by the fogginess induced by my current hangover.

    I lurched towards the sink, grasping for a clean glass as I went. In the corner of my eye, I realised that Henry was patiently murdering a frying pan of scrambled eggs, expressing his emotions with every pained twist and turn of his spatula.

    In that one moment, I wondered who thought it was a good idea to put emotion chips in the bloody robot’s head.

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  3. They stood by their benches stiffly, at attention in crisp coveralls, waiting together, though each was alone. Light glittered on motes of flour-dust in the air as the hologrammator sprang into life, projecting the glorious leader into every kitchen. The figure, a recreation of the leader in his prime (200 years ago) paced up and down giving directions and making demands: the piercing blue eyes cut to the soul, the silver beard bristled. The hologrammator winked out and in the same instant ovens began to heat automatically.

    All thought, but never voiced, the question: where were all these cakes going?

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    1. Fab! In days gone by, PH was a much-loved (and fancied) figure. Now that he’s fallen (twice) off that perch, he lends himself wonderfully to your fictional piece.

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  4. My contribution:
    The alarm trilled as I reached across to stab the replicator button. Doing my best Jean-Luc imititation, I instructed “Earl grey tea, hot” and then sank back against the pillows switching off the alarm. But instead of the quiet bong announcing the readiness of my tea, there was silence. “Ugh, lights on” I muttered, whilst gritting my teeth for the inevitable assault on my retinas. Sitting up and peering at the bedside replicator, I groaned, the replicator offline light was on. They must be on strike – again.

    Stumbling across the apartment, I unlocked the cupboard of requirement and started to haul out camping paraphernalia – single ring gas stove, gas canister, saucepan, tea leaves, infuser, mug. Adding water to the pan, I put the ring where I could see it whilst taking a shower. I wanted to catch the water exactly when it hit boiling point, as this was going to be my only decent cup of the day – the penalty of working with a load of builders tea drinkers – stewed, two sugars and loads of milk.

    One could only hope that the Administrators agree terms with the replicators soon. After all, we can all chew meal replacement bars till the cows come home, but England without tea? Unthinkable!

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