Young Adult
Chocolateportation
It isn’t uncommon to have people turn their head away from chocolate. They tend to be lactose intolerant, allergic or simply don’t like the taste of it. I was never one to ever turn my head away – although my mother would have bought me a whole house at the age of 12 if I ever did. Chocolate was my support system. I would overly indulge in it when the boy I loved kept running around with my heart in the unrelenting grip of his palm or simply have some since I was able to finish the day.
By Lidya Ataklti 5 years ago in Fiction
The Way the Cake Slices
She opened the fridge in a hurry. In the front was a slice of chocolate cake, but that was not why she was here. She reached out and snatched up all the waters, placing the bottles into her bag. The thought of grabbing some canned goods entered her mind, however; her bag was too heavy already. She headed for the basement door. Sliding a small rug to the side, she lifted the wooden door. Climbing down the stairs was a little treacherous considering the weight of the water she was carrying. She unloaded and headed back upstairs for the canned goods. She spent the whole afternoon in this loop: upstairs, downstairs, upstairs, downstairs. She wondered when he would be home.
By Nanette Noyes 5 years ago in Fiction
The Sweet-Simple
It was an unnecessary idea to consider desserts outlawed, but the feeling one got while enjoying a thrice dipped strawberry opera cake was enough for cake engineers, pastry wizards, cookie peddlers, flan experts, cupcake speakers, and other pedigrees of bakers to establish a sweet-simple in the heart of Outerbanks, Georgia. The relatively small town existed on a line bordering Atlanta where one might see the great city’s coruscating skyline and hear the rail bustling by every so often. More of a town than a destination, Outerbanks did not set itself as a major draw for out-of-towners as its downtown included a mere fifteen storefronts offering everything from locally grown fruits and vegetables to affordable tailoring options for the entire family, including the dog. The streets were always clean because the residents were always cheerful and the thought of reaching down to pick up a fly away receipt or cigarette butt was of no great setback.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
Realm of Skill
Joz was worried. He didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but he was a little scared of returning to the Stash empty-handed. He had only been working for Xander Lanthorn for two months, and he had already seen what happened to people who crossed him. Xander had made his life immeasurably better, it was true, but he ruled his small kingdom with an iron fist, and Joz knew the price of failure would be even worse here than in the outside world. He had reached the Road of Tears, and the dark shape of the Stash loomed before him. He slipped into an alleyway to approach the building from the back and buy more time. He needed to think. He needed a way to get a time jinx before dusk. He stepped around a corner and stopped short, hands already raised, as he saw a shadow break loose from a nearby wall. It morphed into a small, cloaked figure, hood pulled low over its face. Joz brought his hands together, ready for an attack, but the figure paused and then gave a low laugh.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
Friend Potion
Friend Potion “The key is the Cadbury’s milk chocolate,” my mother said as she ripped open the purple wrapping of the 3.5 oz milk chocolate bar. “Put it into the metal bowl on top of the pot of boiling water. Add a tablespoon of water and stir as it melts.”
By Frances MI Howard-Snyder5 years ago in Fiction
Bananas
It had been a long day and the steady downpour was not helping. Garrett Stanley had finished last place in the two-mile run at his high school track meet and he was in no mood to see anyone. He was usually one of the faster runners on his team, it was fairly common for him to place with the top three finishers. However, today his legs had cramped up unexpectedly and by the end of the race his legs could barely move.
By B. K. Garner5 years ago in Fiction
Tough Love
Priscilla stared at her hand, emerald stones glistening in the sunlight that filtered in through the large window she sat beside. It was truly a gorgeous ring, to be sure, and she appreciated the attempt he had made at choosing something outside the normal boring diamond that was so steeped in tradition. At least that much would belong to her, that small bit of deviation from what was expected.
By Heather Miller5 years ago in Fiction
