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RECIPE NO. 100MILE-HIGH SUMMER BERRY PIEINGRIDIENTS:For the crust (the beauty you first see)1 and ¾ cups all-purpose flour (Anything you want me to be by the hour)1 tablespoon granulated sugar (The sweet that you are)½ tablespoon salt (‘Cause your flavor brings me to a jolt)12 tablespoons unsalted butter (‘Cause in your arms, I flutter)1 tablespoon vodka (Drunk in your venomous saga)⅓ cup ice water (Your cold heart so cruel, yet so tender) For the filling (the beauty you savour)2 and ½ pounds mixed blueberries, raspberries and blackberries (...
Submitted to Contest #86
I can still remember it so vividly. The sky, a shade of grey, dark and disastrous, looming over the little town somewhere of Nebraska as snowflakes fly around like dust in the atmosphere. My boots, stepping into deep, soft snow. The cold taking over my body, the freezing sensation within me that burns. Amidst everything that happened, the days that have passed by, the sun that came and went . . . I can still remember it so vividly. The chattering of my teeth against each other as I walk the pavement going to my house. The subtle s...
Submitted to Contest #76
“You have beautiful hair, Cece.” For once, the words felt like prisoners desperate to come out of my mouth. I can feel my lips moving slightly as I tried to repeat and repeat and repeat everything there is to say in my mind. “Cece, why are you so tardy?” Perhaps, that isn’t a nice thing to say but she needs to know somehow, doesn’t she? Somebody needs to tell her one more late time and she’s out, don’t they? “Cece, you’re tardy and I hate tardy people but damn, you are one piece of special gem.” Awkward but necessary. I can feel t...
Submitted to Contest #69
Aunt May answers after what feels like the 45th ring. As soon as she clicks the videochat button, we all groan in exhaustion and roll our eyes in frustration. “May, where on earth have you been?!” Mom mutters, gritting her teeth and grunting. She looks like she's about to jump into the screen right now and smack Aunt May on the face in person. So does dad, and Uncle Gary, and Grandma Bern. “Sorry y'all,” Aunt May immediately says, her voice groggy and loose, like she just drank the whole day. Which she did, g...
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