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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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Good By Tomorrow

Submitted to Contest #71

Trigger warnings: mentions of rape, drugging   Goodbye Tomorrow     John stood mindlessly complacent, and motionless, like what he used to jokingly call the” bohemian clown” when making jest of his friends whenever in camaraderie. devastated by news of his sack, he leaned helplessly against the desk in his office close to his boss's and demanded repeatedly to know why he had been relieved of his job, the sack letter, there on his desk, peeping through, from the envelop, while John steers intermittently...

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The Art teacher

Submitted to Contest #72

At the age of 70, Milton Hersh and his wife retired to a senior community in Miami Beach. Six months after his 75 birthday he became a widower. As with many others who lost their loved ones, Milton was devastated.  It took many more months for him to get his life back together again. Milton was a commercial artist and illustrator and he loved to paint in oils. One winter day, when he had enough of rainy days he decided to set up a still life of fruits and flowers and paint again in the spare bedroom that he converted into a studio.&nbs...

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Baked With Love

Submitted to Contest #71

The only good thing about the small town nestled away in the mountains was the annual New Year’s Eve festival. It was so good, in fact, people from all over came to visit the rinky dink little town. An otherwise tame town became a hub of activity the week prior to New Years. There were gorgeous festive lights that lined all along the streets of downtown. It was a dream to stroll down the sidewalks. It was also a dream for all the locally-owned businesses, this was when prices were jacked up to sap money from the tourists. Natives knew not to...

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Summer romance

Submitted to Contest #71

Something singular was happening. The withered wishes of the summer ancestors were resurrected with the sound of the soon arrival of the festivals longed for by the people and, even so, I felt confused, highly thoughtful even when the essence of the awakened was necessary to prepare the final touches in the pastry of my family, however, I was unable to concentrate, after all, a certain special person flooded my mind with beautiful thoughts that based their nature on a fantasy romantic experience that possessed the beautiful characteristics t...

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All for Her.

Submitted to Contest #72

"Hello Master Max, What can I do for you today?" My personal A.I. asked me as I walked into the kitchen."I want griddle cakes," I say plopping into the lone chair at a massive dinner table."Coming right, up Master." It says before I hear the familiar buzzing sound of the machine making my breakfast.Ever since I moved out of my parent's house It has always only been me and my A.I. never anyone else. I got lonely, to say the least, but I was used to it by now. Having been almost 4 years since I left my parent's place, I have never brought some...

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Fruitcake Bonanza Extravagansa

Submitted to Contest #71

  As winter was quickly approaching, everyone could be seen taking preparations. From the cutting of the firewood, to stocking up on can-goods, and refilling their everyday supplies. Though it was undoubtedly the most merry of seasons, it didn't come without an overflow of both pros and cons. The extreme pressure and stress weighed heavy upon many, but none more so than those participating in this years annual holiday festival activities. With the patriarchs stepping down to hand over their businesses to their ever so eager childre...

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Dear Mr. Darcy - A Pride and Prejudice Retelling

Submitted to Contest #72

Pride and Prejudice - Told by Mr. Darcy...It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.As a single man of good fortune, I can attest to that statement for you. It is not because the man simply wants a wife to add to his happiness or impress his elders. I, Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, am in desperate need of companionship and romance, my loneliness to subside and my heart to open. However, I can’t seem to find the urge to fall in love. Any eligible young woman I’ve met...

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Enemies in love

Submitted to Contest #71

It is said that during Christmas time everyone becomes more understanding with others, more compassionate and thatmerriness and love are everywhere, making us more vulnerable to other people’s feelings.    Luis and Maeve, a beautiful merried couple, experienced together this type of Christmas magic ten years ago.  By that time, the young boy and girl were not even friends, even though they knew about each other existence, they were enemies. Both of them were running rival bakeries that have been ...

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David's Bakery

Submitted to Contest #71

David strode toward the centre of the market, his long brown trench coat billowing behind him in the wind, doing his best to disassociate himself with his sister, Mabel.“Don’t you just love it here?!” Mabel slowly spun, arms out and face uplifted towards the falling snow. “It’s so romantic!”“We aren’t here for romance. We’re here to prove that we’re the best bake shop in town.”David had dreamt of owning a bakery and seeing his name on the awning since he was ten. He’d worked hard, he’d saved, he’d taken baking classes and even paid for Mabel...

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The winter Of Asa’s return

Submitted to Contest #71

It was raining. A lot.  “It’s okay, right?” My mother was pacing back and forth, traveling the short space between the wall and the check out desk. “I mean we can just put up tents, right? It's no big deal, we have like, an hour.” My mom wasn’t good with surprises. She likes to have every hour of everyday mapped out. But she had not planned for the Chicago sky to open up and spill out a full inch of rain, on the exact day that our annual Christmas bake off festival was planned. “Yes mom, that's exactly what we’ll do.  Good Idea. ...

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A TRANSOM OF LOVE

Submitted to Contest #72

A melodious clamor of girls’ talking was emerging out from the middle class room of the tuition center. The conversation was at its full swing among the young audacious students. When Mr. Rauf entered the class amid of these gossips, a silence prevailed there suddenly. The tunes of mischievous chattering were quiet now. When he took a bird eye view of the students, he found two new girls sitting on the front desks. He inquired about the whereabouts of these new students politely. A pretty looking tall girl stood up decently to introduce and ...

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The Pearl in the mud infested vocabulary

Submitted to Contest #72

Prologue First time I saw Elroy, ‘but I wasn’t in the mood of being hooked up with some nameless guys’. I didn’t even recall his face. Second time we met, and ‘In my sleepy eyes, he was this tall, skinny, dark guy who was just being too nice to someone who didn’t even consider him.’ Not this time around. Without an absent minded attitude or sleepy eyes, I realized I had missed something about Elroy. Which just flabbergasted me. He was not that tall or short. Neither was he skinny or that dark. He was, actually a well-endowed person. At the b...

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More than just a cookie

Submitted to Contest #71

1 Tbs vanilla, 2 cups of butter, pinch of salt-two cups of butter!? There's no way I read that right... This recipe only makes 15 cookies, how is that possible? Yep. I read that right. But there's no way I'm gonna feed two cups of butter to someone. "I guess I'll just retire my dreams early. I'll never be a baker. Especially not if one of my family members..... "Her name was Brittney. Age 32." "Yes we know doctor, she was my sister!" My mother hissed. Balling her fists as a tear rolled down her steamy cheek. She cooled her attitude and as...

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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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