Mother of a wonderful son. Writing is a relatively new passion of mine. I love to create my own images. Self-published author of Shadow and Flame.
Faerie left her house before the sun came up in the morning. She was going to visit Ason today and she was so excited she had hardly slept the night before. She and Ason had met in the woods a couple of months ago while Faerie had been out checking animal traps with her guardian, Rey. Ason’s family had been refugees at the time and he had initially been suspicious of Faerie’s presence in the forest. By the end of their first meeting, though, Ason had given Faerie a beautiful heart-shaped locket to wear that had changed her life.
Meadow woke up early on Saturday morning. She had gone out with friends the previous evening, but she had managed to get home to bed by midnight. Her friends all had husbands and children to get home to, so it wasn’t that difficult to do. She was the only one in her group of friends that lived alone, but she liked it that way.
Memory unlocked the door, being careful not to drop the bags of food and supplies she had picked up in town. As she opened the door she caught her reflection in the window and noticed her dark curly hair was frizzy and her green eyes looked tired and worn out. She walked into the cabin and sat the bags on the table while she went back to the car to get her luggage. She had ten days off from work, so she was prepared to stay that long. However, she might leave sooner if staying in the cabin was too difficult.
Death By Chocolate
I assemble the ingredients for my chocolate cake on the counter. I put the dry ingredients together first in a bowl: flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. I use a wire whisk to combine everything so it is well mixed. Then in a separate bowl I combine the sugar and butter and beat them until they are well combined. Then I mix in the three eggs that I have taken out early enough that they have come to room temperature. I carefully mix the vanilla into the wet ingredients. Finally I add the dry ingredients to the mixture, alternating it with the sour cream. Every step is carefully executed to make the cake turn out perfectly. Making sure that my cake is irresistible is my highest priority.
The Old Barn
Wade ran down the dirt road with all of the speed he could manage. He was playing hide-and-seek with his older cousin, Lloyd. To date he had won a grand total of zero hide-and-seek games. He was fiercely determined to make today his first victory. He racked his brain for a good place to hide where Lloyd would not think to look for him. His lungs burned from the effort of running so fast for so long. His dark hair was damp and sweat was trickling into his hazel eyes.
I have never really thought of myself as being artistic. I can’t draw very well and I don’t feel like I’m particularly creative when it comes to visual art. However, When I create a cake for a member of my family a side of myself that I don’t often see comes out. I enjoy doing cake decorations because, unlike drawing, I can make things turn out the way I want them to look. I also find that I have a lot of ideas that turn out really well and end up looking really good.
Faerie wiped the sweat from her forehead before it found its way to her eyes. She tucked a tendril of her long, wavy, chestnut hair behind her ear so she could see better. The sweat burned her eyes and she felt like she hadn’t slept in days. Actually, she really hadn’t. She was sure her amber eyes were bloodshot and swollen. She was helping her guardian, Rey, check traps. They needed pelts to trade with the merchants for supplies when the travelling mercantile came to town next week. The expedition had taken longer than usual because of the refugee groups who were living in the forests. They were starving and tried to rob people who traveled on the main trails, so Rey decided to take a less efficient route through the forest.