
One day Stephen steps into a Chinese restaurant, known as The Gate to the Middle Kingdom. He'll realize that this is no ordinary restaurant.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy/Mystery - Chapters: 5 - Words: 1,508 - Updated: 03-31-13 - Published: 09-23-12 - id: 3060378
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** Each chapter in this story consists of 140 characters. It's Twitter-size!
Prologue
Enter The Gate to the Middle Kingdom.
Learn the taste of unknown flavors.
And - I promise - back you shall come.
To beg for the next course.
Chapter 1:- Stephen and Danny
"Welcome to our restaurant. How may I serve you?" a waiter asked two boys sitting at a small table.
"Well Danny?" said Stephen. "My treat."
Chapter 2:- Tea and shrimp
"I think I would like some tea first," said Danny. "Pou Nei, please. And- Stephen, you like shrimp, don't you? Then, Ha Cheung and Ha Gaau."
Chapter 3:- Fortune cookies
"Don't forget the fortune cookies!" chirped Stephen. They were his favorite.
Danny smirked. "Do you know the story behind fortune cookies?"
Chapter 4:- Danny tells a story
"No. But I bet you're gonna tell me."
Danny gave a cheeky smile, "You know me so well, Steph'. Anyway, this story began not so long ago..."
Chapter 5:- Expertise
Stephen appraised his friend with silent amusement. Even though Stephen was the Asian guy, Danny had always had more expertise in this area.
Chapter 6:- Emperor
Danny easily slipped into his role of storyteller: "In the far east lived an emperor who possessed great dreams and even greater ambitions."
Chapter 7:- Fortune teller
"One day the emperor summoned a renown fortune teller who hailed from across the sea for he wished to ensure that his ambitions bear fruit."
Chapter 8:- The emperor's desire
"The emperor asked the fortune teller: 'Tell me, what will become of my dreams? Of my desire to expand my empire across this entire world?'"
Chapter 9:- Failure is the only option
"The answer he would receive was not one he'd wish to hear. His dream would paint the future red and the final result could only be misery."
Chapter 10:- No lies
"But the fortune teller refused to lie to him. 'You will be remembered for the war you'll lose and the stench of blood cloying your hands.'"
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