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Dear Riley

Submitted to Contest #71

“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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Guilty as charged

Submitted to Contest #71

You are cordially invited to the Cookie Exchange Party which will be held on 15th December 2020 at Caroline Khan's house, 1235, Rosemont Avenue, Cincinnati Ohio 45219. For those of you who are new to this, here are some simple rules you could follow All cookies should be baked, homemade and the main ingredient should be flour. No plain chocolate chip cookies, cookie mixes, no bakes, meringues or bars Pleas bring 6 dozen total cookies Theme for this Cookie Exchange is "Christmas" (or you can make on any theme you like) Arrange the cookies...

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Baked in Sugar, Spice, And A Splash Of Villainy

Submitted to Contest #71

Vivian, more formally known as Lady Treason stepped out on to her front entrance to greet her guests. Her name, Lady Treason had nothing to do with her power, the ability to manipulate things, objects, time, people, but rather had everything to do with the fact that her many villainous acts were considered treasonous in several countries.          She smiled. But that was just the way she liked it. “Phobus!” She called to her henchman. In a second, he came trudging out of her kitchen.   ...

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Lizzie

Submitted to Contest #71

He has to be here somewhere, Elizabeth thought to herself. She was sure she had sent him the invite. “Hey,” her husband, Jack, interrupted her thoughts. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll be here. As for now, enjoy the event.” He kissed her cheek and continued saying hello to the guests who had just arrived. He was right. She had to stop worrying when she had guests to entertain. She walked over to the bright red and green decorated table and took in the familiar scents of cinnamon and peppermint. The cookies looked great. The décor of red and gre...

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Crumbled Cookie

Submitted to Contest #71

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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That Man!!!!

Submitted to Contest #71

“What do you mean? You think you are better chef than I am. That is the most laughable thing that I have ever heard. You aren’t as good as my little toe on my foot. Just get away from me.” Susie stood there fuming mad and staring at the most ignorant man that she had ever met. How could he, Stanford Allen Jamestown, think he was in any league of being a chef that she was? He was the most maddening person on God’s green Earth that she ever had the unprivileged of meeting. She wanted to scream at him, sh...

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Sugar and Spite

Submitted to Contest #71

On June 27, 1986 I lost my grandmother’s necklace. It was the summer after my junior year in high school and I’d gone to see the Violent Femmes at Summerfest in Milwaukee. It was a great show and even with people pushing and shoving me all night, it’s still my all-time favorite concert. When I got home, I realized the necklace was gone. It was my sole inheritance from my grandma, and I was devastated.My great-grandfather made the unique necklace for her when she was a teenager. He’d combined delicate gold and silver chains, twisting them tog...

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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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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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Bitter Flavours

Submitted to Contest #71

Vanessa carefully placed her cookies inside the cellophane bag, then printed the ingredients clearly on the label. Chocolate and chili. Not a flavour she would choose for herself, but that was what her recipient in the Christmas cookie exchange, Tom, had requested. The strong taste would hopefully hide any deficiencies in her baking.Vanessa wrote Tom’s name on the other side of the label, and threaded it onto a length of shiny red ribbon. She tied the ribbon around the neck of the bag, sealing it securely, and then placed it in the larg...

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Cookie Exchange Cover-up

Submitted to Contest #71

My family's annual cookie exchange was my favorite event of the entire year. I planned and practiced throughout the summer months to perfect a new and different recipe to debut at the party. I had more baking cookbooks than I did regular books and more baking sheets than actual plates. My family made fun of me every year for the fact I spent so much time on baking, but never failed to eat my cookies when they were offered. In the back of my mind, I wanted to be a baker, but my family is a finance family and nothing e...

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My dear, Sweet, Grandma

Submitted to Contest #71

My dear, sweet Grandma,                     Do you remember those cookies you made all those years ago? The oatmeal ones? I do. Those were my favorite. Everytime I sink my teeth into those fresh, soft, and warm cookies, I can feel my mouth feel like I'm drowning my tongue in my own saliva. I never liked oatmeal cookies. Only yours. Your cookies were special.  For many years, I tried to recreate them, but I never could get the recipe. I th...

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The Insurrection of Biscuits

Submitted to Contest #71

“I got chocolate chip.” The first little voice flittered out from the huddle at the edge of the school yard. Then another and another and another. “I got Oreos. I had three but I already ate two. I still have one left, though. Tommy, what’d you bring?” Thomas was the largest and the loudest, a first among fourth-grade peers. “My mom made these the other day,” said he. “They’re her favorite but they have nuts and I hate nuts. I dropped in on the floor of the bus this morning and then I coughed on it. I kn...

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How the Cookie Exchange Crumbled

Submitted to Contest #71

Dottie Eldridge walked into CJ's Roasters as usual on her morning detail. Dispatch at the Springs Creek Police Department never really was exciting. She examined her flyer for the Springs Creek Annual Cookie Exchange and Social. Every December the townspeople gathered for fun activities and special treats homemade from the townsfolk themselves. Dottie, through no fault of her own, was chairwoman of the event this year. Ethyl Cogsburn caught some sort of flu and wouldn't be able to handle the responsibility of the social. Walking in the door,...

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Bakery love

Submitted to Contest #71

The harsh winter wind nipped at his skin as he hurried to the quaint bakery/cafe at the end of the street. His breath came in little cloud-like puffs as he forced himself to walk faster. He arrived, pulling out a bunch of keys from his wallet and opening the door.He quickly ducked into the warmth that the bakery/cafe offered, shutting out the frigid air by closing the door behind him. He glanced around the dining area, feeling a rush of pride. After all, this bakery/cafe, small though it was, was his dream come true. He walked to the kitchen...

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