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Write about two people who run rival bakeries, but fall in love during their town’s annual holiday festival.

Posted in Romance on Jul 27, 2021

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For Ever, Sugar

Submitted to Contest #71

The lanterns flickered their malevolent flames as Sugar beat the eggs into a foamy sea. The fire in the grate melted her aching muscles enough to continue working for the eleventh hour.Twenty-six years old and she was already exhausted, pink dress twirling between kitchen counters and cupboards. Her petticoats protected her modesty and the pencil holding her savory colored hair protected the food from contamination.She'd baked enough bread, on to the biscuits.'You work too hard...' Bailey chimed as he grabbed his jacket to leave. '...You'll ...

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Fool’s Tears (A Touch of Cinnamon Part 2)

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*Nainika’s note* It is OK to hate Morgan. (like more than ok to hate him) He's an arse. But I haven’t ever written a story from a…villain? I’m gonna call him a villain because he deserves it…but I’ve never written a short story from a nasty person’s perspective, so I hope it’s turned out good!! Also, I included A TON of background information about the setting, so this story is a teensy bit wordier than what I normally write! (Sorry about that. Head’s up, I think it’s about 2,900ish words:) Yes, there will be a part 3 - it’s inevit...

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Need A Therapist?

Submitted to Contest #71

It was almost unfair to know that he owned a bakery and that HIS customers lionized him. What was she supposed to do? Celebrate and pop a champagne? Or flip her hair on his face and walk down the street with her heels (as high as her ego) click-clacking against the gravel? With a cup of brewed latte in her hand, Winona stared out into the window of her Nemesis’s bakery. Ryū’s bakery looked... pretentious. Like him. He put far too much effort into achieving a dashing countenance. In his bakery, huge translucent chandeliers with lustrous ...

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Rivalry turns into love

Submitted to Contest #71

Olivia“Calm down Olivia, we aren’t out of business... yet,” My most trusted assistant Roberta assured me. She pushed a strand of her black hair off her face as she noted me, I walked back and forth, worrying make my face wrinkle with depression. “Calm down, calm down?” I screeched at her, Roberta was too young to understand my dilemma, I might go out of business in less than a week if I don’t pay the rent for my bakery soon enough.“Olivia…” She stood in front of me, blocking my way and placed her hand on my shoulder as I paused. “D...

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Romi and Julie

Submitted to Contest #71

“Macarons, macarons! Get the most delectable macarons in town here!” Julie says, a huge grin on her face.  People smile at her as they pass, and some stop to buy some cookies and macarons.    “We have delicious butter cookies, fresh out of the oven!” I avoid the glare Julie gives me and turn the other way.  “Hey, Romi!”  I roll my eyes. “Please don’t-” My eyes widen as I turn my head to see Rosalie waving at me. “Oh! Hey, what’s up?”“Nothing much, just here to buy som...

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False Love

Submitted to Contest #71

The meadow meandered in all ways that are soft to the breeze, the green flowing in bonny waves as any river would be proud to do. There is a casual grace to the meadow, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. From the rich brown earthen hues of the ground to the sweetness of the blue-white sky, the meadow is a three dimensional wonderland for the eyes that are willing to absorb the light; but the light will soon run out. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and oute...

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Chocolate kisses: a poetry-verse love story

Submitted to Contest #71

Ellen twirls down the stairs, carrying a tray of crossants, her cropped, silky blond hair and diamond-blue eyes shining. She's like the Ellen DeGenres of baking. She has the same first name after all. Same eyes. But her hair is softer and prettier, and she is younger. She is dressed in a black and white dress, with a wide skirt, button-up top like an anime character. Me, a character. Her eyes sparkle as she walks into her bakery, from her apartment upstairs. Her employees Ryan and Liza, are standing there, behind the counter, their ...

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Feel Like Baking Love

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The lights of Nocte Urbis flashed red, green and gold. A few of them were icicle-blue, a purplish sheen imbued with the frost. The crowd shuffled in the snow — hats on heads, scarves around necks, mittens on hands. The flakes fell with relaxed ease — they were in no rush, they had all the time in the world. Mayor Frank gripped the podium, the bolts in his neck replaced with striped candy canes. “Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all so much for coming out in such force this fine December evening. It’s wonderful to see so many of you! Lots of...

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Cakes by Pam

Submitted to Contest #71

It’s really stupid to be jealous of a ten-year-old, right? I mean, I know it is, obviously, but I can’t help it. I put everything into my business. I’m a professional. People think fancy cakes are easy, they take a few hours, but it’s not true. TV has totally ruined people’s ideas of what it takes to make a cake that is both beautiful and delicious. Not unlike how TV has distorted how quickly crime scenes can be tested and evaluated, I might add! And I know, because I watch a lot of crime TV when I’m doing mindless tasks like rolling out hug...

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Italian Scallions

Shortlisted for Contest #71 ⭐️

Anthony looked down at the charred crust of his latest pizza. He took another bite opposite the burnt end and evaluated the flavor. Take the temp down about five degrees, he wrote in his notebook. Change the schedule to have the birch wood go in every ninth pizza. Put the first two rounds of mozzarella on cheese cloth. Anthony put down his pen and looked up at the afternoon sky. The clouds were clearing for what should be an evening perfect for pizza. The Tenth Annual Food Truck Pizza Mixer was taking place in Clem...

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Stars All the Way Through

Submitted to Contest #71

The stars are red today. Speckled far enough not to touch each other, but close enough to fit onto the jet black abyss of a cookie surface. “Perfect,” I mooned, admiring my own handiwork, less concerned about the taste and more so about the appearance I had been trying to perfect for ages.  “Really? Looks like blood mixed in with tar to me,” his smell wafted over first, somehow even more divine than that of my masterwork. His voice registered next; oh, that horrible smooth silk spilling from his disgusting mouth like vile ribbons of...

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Bridging the Divide

Submitted to Contest #71

The Dandridge community center was more crowded that it'd been in a long time. And not just because Christmas was in a week. There was an excited buzz in the audience until the mayor stepped onto the stage, took the microphone from its stand, and raised her hand.“May I please have your attention,” she said. “Excuse me, if I may please have your attention.”The buzz ebbed into respectful silence.“Thank you,” she said. “As you all know, with the end of the pandemic, we've had little time to plan our usual Christmas festival. It will still take ...

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Gloriously Glazed

Submitted to Contest #71

*Author’s note: contains use of alcohol and adult language* “Get your ass in here Connor Henderson!” Father yelled from the storage room.  “Coming Father.” I catch my mother’s gaze. She’s serving another customer at the counter, so I signal that I’m heading to the storeroom and she nods. Father probably needs help with another sack of flour. You’d think after working in a bakery for your whole life, you’d have the strength to lift bulk bags of flour, but for my father, that’s not the case.Our family bakery, ‘Gloriously Glazed’ was found...

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The Fruit Bakery

Submitted to Contest #71

     There once were two bakeries. They had been rivals since they were built back in the 1700s. Now it is 2020 and they are still adversaries. The two bakeries are called Blueberry Bakery and Strawberry Bakery. They both were known for their fruit flavored pastries. The two bakeries both had a 17 year old child in the family that currently governed the bakery. The Blueberry Bakery had a boy named Scott. And the Strawberry Bakery had a girl named Sarah.       One day the two kids were ...

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The hidden feelings

Submitted to Contest #71

I have always anticipated for this time of the year, "The grand cookie competition of restaurants all over the country". My family has been running "THE MC DONALD'S RESTAURANT" for 20 years before I was born. It has been passed down from generation to generations and now is our turn to make our ancestors proud again. The town annual festival is the time of the year when all restaurants from all over the country come to showcase their special and new delicacies. My mum is the current owner of THE MC DONALD'S RESTAURANT and for years which she...

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