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Submitted to Contest #228
There it is. Fromager D'affinois. This soft-ripened double creme is made from cow’s milk. The luscious texture with flavor that can only be described as a gift from heaven. Fromager D'affinois is crafted in the French countryside, so you know the pride and perfection put into this luxury. This is the type of cheese that is the main encore. It can hold its own going solo or with the accompaniment of crackers and fig spread. Either way, you're in for one hec of a show. I’m salivating just thinking about it. If I had to compare this cheese to...
Submitted to Contest #167
“Order for Sarah!” Sarah almost jumped almost too eagerly for her drink at the counter. She smiled at the barista and said “thank you, have a nice day!” Sarah paused to wait for a response, but the barista had already moved on to the next order. Slowly backing away, Sarah wondered if her tone was off? Or maybe the barista was just having a bad day? Or maybe she didn’t hear and she should call out thank you one more time? Why wouldn’t you respond to someone saying thank you. That is the proper thing to do isn’t it? Turning on ...
Submitted to Contest #146
Sensitive content: Sexual violence, mental health Kate sneezed as she dropped another cardboard box in the dusty basement of her childhood home. Every time she felt accomplished in loading up an entire box, the room seemed to spit more things out to sort through. She felt annoyed that the sole responsibility for organizing and cleaning up her parents house fell on her. The least Jason could do is step up for once in his life and be a good son. Then again, she really didn’t want to have to interact with her brother, they’ve never had much...
Submitted to Contest #145
The teapot was screaming in my kitchen as I sprinted in to turn off the heat. It was dark outside, with only the large pendant lamp fixture over the table creating a soft glow. The tile of the floor was cold on my bare feet as I moved swiftly as I had done a thousand times. I pour the hot water into two mugs and everything feels so quiet and peaceful. “Ahem.”  I’m leaving Jack waiting eagerly at the table for the tea. I quickly add a pinch of sugar to both cups, despite Jack hating anything sweet, and give the dark mu...
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