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Write about someone hosting a cookie exchange as a cover to hide the true reason for inviting one of their guests.

Posted in Dark on Nov 1, 2022

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For Once and For All

Submitted to Contest #71

First story at Reedsy!Each year the Sorenson's held the most flamboyant cookie exchange in all of Durinsville This was partially due to the fact that they were the most well-known bakery in all of Pennsylvania.  Of course, there were certain people who were not invited each year, and they had a most horrid time, since Durinsville was a small town, and the Sorenson's inhabited the biggest house (or mansion as we shall say?) which of course could be seen from any point ...

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A Touch of Cinnamon (Part 1)

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“And a cherry on each of the custard creams, as well as a sprig of mint on the lime tarts!” I nodded as my assistant, Sadira, ran around me with a clipboard full of notes for my desserts. I went to the pantry and pulled out the tub of cherries and mint, and walked around the dozens of trays that were displaying my creations for the ball tonight. The kingdom was hosting a ball to celebrate the coming of age of Princess Velora. At 24, I was the kingdom’s best and youngest baker, and I was invited to create all sorts of desserts for the ball. A...

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To Catch A Killer

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Begin Log 1: Well um, I don't really know why I'm doing this though here I am. But this is what he told me to do for a while, I think he said it was to remember the plan or something? I don't know, my memory is terrible. I don't even remember the plan, to be honest...I think that's why he decided to do all this so I check up on everything. I guess he knows that my memory is terrible as well, but that's beside the point. It's been about...um...I think two or so weeks since the whole thing had happened. He never explained exactly everyth...

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Undefined

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You had this friend, Charlie. She was the kind of person who broke limbs while fitting into yoga positions and cried while watching Elf despite the fact that she was Jewish. Charlie liked to buy piggy banks of twisted animals and tell stories about her free days.  She’d tell this one story about an all-nighter in college. You went to the same college and exchanged clipped words but still you didn’t appear in the story. It didn’t bother you, really. Charlie owned a house and you owned an apartment. Perhaps that’s what bothered you. But C...

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Dear Riley

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“I was telling you, utilize the time and prepare for the test. But you all were busy in Netflix and Call of Duty,” Ryan said.“Dude would you shut your mouth. It was for the first time in our lives where we aren’t pressurized by marks, studies, or house rent. We were enjoying our time to the fullest,” Urvil remarked.“Would you guys please stop arguing for god's sake?” Danish shouted.“Yeah, we are in the middle of an emotional crisis and instead of finding a solution, you are regretting your actions,” Ernest replied.The coming final semester t...

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Sugar and spice, makes children taste nice

Submitted to Contest #71

It had happened quickly, the silent purple fog curling around the eastern forest, seeping through with every breath of the trees and sigh of winds. First, the messengers went missing, important declarations and letters getting gobbled up by the mists. Then, the entire eastern kingdom of Sweetland went quiet, no guards, no movements, no trade. The merchants started vanishing too, then the soldiers, the alchemists, anybody who got too close to the purple clouds disappeared and never returned. It had been at this point that serious concerns...

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More than a cookie

Submitted to Contest #71

“Mr. Film, mind if I ask what's the special occasion for baking cookies?” I asked him, the smell of vanilla wavered in the air as I breathed the sweet scent in. “How many times do I tell you Mia, call me Chris and do I need a reason to bake cookies?” He mockingly questioned. “I suppose not… Mr. F- I mean Chris,” I corrected, walking out from the warmth of the house, Mr. Film followed me outside. The air was rich mixed with just a hint of winter jasmine touch as cold sensation grew even colder. I shivered in unison with the wind rippling thro...

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Crumbled Cookie

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DISCLAIMER: Contains crude language and sexual references. ‘Samantha was stewing over something while she baked those damn cookies. What the hell is wrong with her this time? She's been so moody lately and I have no idea why she is even hosting this ugly sweater cookie exchange with other couples. She hates cookies! She's always so focused on her weight and appearance that she avoids sweets. 'Sam, what's wrong with you? You're acting crazy over these stupid cookies. Why are you even hosting? You don't even eat that crap.''Noth...

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Emma and Alexander

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(Part one, part two coming soon!)Emma rose from her makeshift bed: an old mattress with a curtain pulled around it, leaned against a crumbled wall she had built herself. Like all Poor, she rose with the sun, in a cold, dark alley on the ground, not above the ground in a high building, like the Riches did. She combed her stringy red hair with her fingers, splashed water on her face from a bucket in a makeshift bathroom, pulled on her pale-blue extra-extra-large shirt that hung on her like a dress, and left her makeshift house. Every...

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Pecan's Bakery

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My momma always told me that everyone deserves some sugar in their life. She'd lean over, that twinkle in her eye, sprinkling sweetness into her pies. “We don't turn anyone away,” she chided, pressing the crust in meticulously. “Could you be a dear and get the oven? I think the cookies are done” I wonder what she'd do at this moment. Would she know the words to say to an uptight girl like Blanche Revereux? Well, there are a few choice words for that little bitch. If only the hierarchy implanted into my mind didn't scream at me to stop. I pre...

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The Cookies

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It had been exactly 892 days since Mrs. Ann Gardiner Stewart baked The Cookies and the 15 residents of Suter’s Lane were beginning to worry. “Do you smell vanilla?” Patricia De Leon asked Bill Tupper, slightly breathless as she raced out her front door.  Mascara wand still in hand, evening gown trailing behind her, she turned her nose up toward Ann Gardiner Stewart’s townhouse. Bill, a squat gentleman who had long ago served as ambassador to the UK, set down his watering can, turned toward the townhouse that sat across the cul-de-sa...

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'Mail Man Love'

Submitted to Contest #71

"Throwing a cookie exchange for the neighborhood was such a wonderful idea, honey." Mom told me as she putted warm, soft, delicious cookies in a tin can.I gave her a soft smile, fixing the pillows on the couch. She should have said, good job Anne for throwing a party just so I can admit my feelings for the mail man. That's right. The mail man.Mr. Anderson was such a sweet man. Everyday, he would walk to the door and hand the mail right to mom's hands. Every time the door bell ran, she would drop everything and would scurry to the door, with ...

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Chocolate Chips and Cyanide

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Vicky should have been sleeping by now—it was well past midnight—but she was too busy looking at “poisoned cookie” recipes on Pinterest. Eventually, she slammed her laptop shut in defeat. Apparently, there were no good bad recipes on the Internet. None of them even called for cyanide! Mostly, it was just little kid Halloween cookies, with loads of orange, yellow, and black sprinkles. Darn.  On Saturday, there was going to be a cookie exchange. At her house. Normally, she hated it when people came over and tromped around in...

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The Rolodex Robbery

Submitted to Contest #71

3 names. 3 suspects. It was one of them, I know it.          Last week, tragedy struck and my home was broken into. I came home exhausted from work one day to see the glass in my door shattered, cupboards ajar, papers strewn about the floor. Naturally, I sprinted back outside and immediately called the police as my heart was attempting to shatter my ribs.          Thankfully, the police showed up fairly quickly and cleared the house. Whoever broke in ...

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Slaughter, spells, and sweets

Submitted to Contest #71

1153 wordsRated PG; some mature subject matterAuthor's note: No, I have no idea what I just wrote. It's almost midnight, and my mind is trying to comprehend how I mixed evil magic and baked goods. Tell me if I should do another part, or abandon this God-Forsaken anomaly.When I was younger, I would run up and down the home with my brother and sister, the three of us dressed in Grandma’s old dresses, pretending we were cottage girls-- with flowers in our hair and big ideas in our mind. My Mom would always joke she'd put something on the counte...

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