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Set your story in a confectionery shop.

Posted in Middle School on Oct 25, 2022

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Mythes

Winner of Contest #133 🏆

Everything assumes such an immense quality when you are a child. You are a seed amongst the trees - waiting, waiting, waiting - for the soil and the sun to open you up, to release you from the feeling of smallness. And in that smallness rests another seed, one of fear or something like it - a lack of agency and hopelessness.  My parents were trees.  Especially my father. Every morning as he would get ready to head into the confiserie, I would sit on the edge of the tub and watch him shave. To this day, I cannot feel cold withou...

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Do not burn yourself on the oven

Shortlisted for Contest #133 ⭐️

I knew that the new apprentice was repulsed by me but he should have learnt sooner to fear me rather than mock me. My eyesight was nearly gone (which made no difference as I could tell the difference between cinnamon and cassia with just one sniff, could roll a piece of marzipan into a flower or a star or a mouse with just my fingertips to guide the shape) but I knew when he curled his lip. It was as loud as the clomping boot steps he made as he entered the confectionery shop as if he wanted all of Frankfurt to hear him arrive.   ...

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Slim Pickings

Shortlisted for Contest #133 ⭐️

When you looked at it from the outside, the confectionery shop looked as sweet as the items they were offering inside. Yet on this particular day, the inside looked like something out of a zombie movies. Most of the shelves had been picked clean, and whatever remained was scattered all over the place. To say that the pickings were slim was a total understatement, but this was to be expected by the shopkeeper. It happened every year, and no matter how hard he tried to be prepared, the result was always the same. Men would come rushing into hi...

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Delicious Temptations

Submitted to Contest #133

Delicious Temptations. That’s the sign that hangs over the door. Our little chocolate shop used to be called Chocolate Chuckles, but the owner finally realized the quickest way to amp up sales was to bring innuendo to the party. Just imagine it for a moment. You’re sitting in the cafe, having lunch, staring down a gorgeous brunette at the next table. She doesn’t break eye contact as she takes a sip from her straw, sliding her fingers along the collar of her rather plunging neckline. The come hither is palpable. You open the box of chocolat...

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SÉRENDIPITÉ

Submitted to Contest #133

        Henry Mead hurriedly strode through the maze of French back alleyways that once bustled with the breathing life of street vendors and shoppers. The February night air was brisk with a fine mist of Northern French rain dampening the uneven terrain of the cobbled street roads he hastily traversed. The old streetlamps that still worked, threw up shining reflections from the wet ground, spreading enough light onto the hazardous obstacles of loose bricks and rubble, still littering the post war stre...

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Sweeternity

Submitted to Contest #133

NOTE: sensitive content regarding death and accidents        Sweeternity By Sharon D. Hancock          Tragedy and a bus struck outside Sweeternity Sweet Shop; fatally mangling …     Cara’s stress level soared as she tried to tune out the horrific news report that blared from every speaker in the city. She covered her ears with he...

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Grandpa and chocolate brittle

Submitted to Contest #133

The sun had gone from pink to hot white as I pulled up in front of the confectionary shop. I thought about letting the car run so the air conditioning would keep the interior cool for the ride home with the delicious chocolate I was about to purchase. Then saw the lizard green ford truck parked next to me with a gnarly looking guy at the wheel. His baseball cap was sitting sideways on a dirty long-haired huge head with a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. Visions of car jackings went round in my head so I thought better of it.Geeze! I...

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The Milky Bar

Submitted to Contest #133

The Milky Bar “Huh, I just realized it’s February fourteenth,” he said, looking down at his phone. “So?” she asked.  “Happy Valentine’s Day!” He lifted his paper cup towards her to cheer, but she looked back blankly. “It’s an old commercial holiday from my home planet. It’s a celebration of romance.” “Oh.” She smiled, nervously. “Where is that?”   “Terre. It’s actually in this solar system.” “That explains your odd physique,” she teased.  He smiled, then, revealing perfectly straight teeth. “I hope you don’t find it too...

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Mayfly

Submitted to Contest #133

At the beginning of each year, Mr. Lukács circled the same day on the calendar. The 23rd of September wasn’t a birthday or a wedding anniversary. It was the day when he emigrated from Hungary in hope of having a better life where he doesn’t have to hide who he was. Mr. Lukács László, or ‘Laci’, or 'Luke' as his friends called him, never had dreamt of coming to live in America, simply because he had no interest. Being born as a Hungarian Jew, he had no choice but to fled the country before 1941. But of course, nothing went as planned. Next to...

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Confection Perfection

Submitted to Contest #133

Confection Perfection “What can I get you?” I ask. A woman with dark half-circles under her eyes and two toddlers hanging on her legs takes out her wallet and pulls out a 10 dollar bill. “Two lollipops and an iced coffee. Extra espresso.” she groans. She slaps her money on the counter and shouts at her toddlers who are running around the shop. I write the order down on an order slip and slide it into the kitchen. The woman drags her toddlers to the nearest table and starts rubbing her temples. I take the 10 dollar bill and put it into th...

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A Giant's Pear Drop Tears

Submitted to Contest #133

Rosie waited for her father to take his lunch break. He marched to the front of the shop, locked the door and turned the sign to closed with a flick of his veiny wrist. He always took his lunch in the back room between the piles of musty papers, and he always closed the door so the smoke from his pipe wouldn’t drift into the shop. ‘Tony’s Sweetshop’ the white sign said above the door outside, but for ten minutes each day it was Rosie’s. Cherry drops and Bon-bons, Cola bottles and Gummy bears. Glistening rows of glass jars bursting with ...

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Confectionery Carnage

Submitted to Contest #133

PLEASE NOTE—if you suffer from arachnophobia then please do not read this story. Blood, guts, gore, graphic. Swearing. Adrian looked around the cages to make sure the doors were locked. After checking the inhabitants had enough food and water, he grabbed the jacket he’d stuffed between two terrariums, dimmed the lights, and headed for the outside world. Having secured the inner and outer laboratory doors, he ambled down the corridor and stepped into the warm sunshine, shielding his eyes from the glare. He needed a break, something swe...

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Heartbreak Tastes Like Buttercream

Submitted to Contest #133

Kate had spent the last half hour on WebMD trying to find a medical link between her loneliness and her sugar cravings. When she finally gave up, she was still sad and also fairly certain she had a rare form of tongue cancer. She decided to leave work early. It might convince her co-workers she was trying to rush home to someone special on Valentine’s Day, instead of a day-old Domino’s pizza. Outside, the weather was dark and miserable, and she felt like she was walking through an Avril Lavigne music video. Even though she awkwardly jog-...

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Cat in a Candy Store

Submitted to Contest #133

Pepper peeked out from under the counter and groaned as he spied the woman setting up the Hallmark display with heart adorned cards. ‘Valentine’s Day, ugh. Humans are so tiresome.’ The woman was Candace and she owned Candy’s Sweet Shoppe. Pepper the rat’s ash grey fur puffed and his white whiskers bristled uncontrollably. They did that when he was annoyed. Pepper scurried across the pink linoleum beneath the counter, across the floor to under the shelves. From there he was able to see the calendar on the wall. ‘Gads...

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Croft's Wondrous Confections

Submitted to Contest #133

The bell above the door jangled softly as Timothy entered the shop. He stood by the doorway, uncertain. The place was empty, not a customer or employee in sight, and stepping in from all the busyness and noise of the city made the sudden silence seem jarring.It was an old-fashioned sort of candy store, all gleaming brass and polished wood, and tall shelves loaded with jars of treats. A few large light bulbs dangled down from the ceiling above, their coils glowing a baleful orange, but the stingy illumination they provided only seemed to deep...

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