A girl with a newly found passion for writing
A Dessert to be Proud of
You decide to make one of your grandmother’s favorite desserts. You start by getting out an 8-inch square baking dish, measuring cups and spoons, large and medium mixing bowls, rubber spatula, cutting board, peeler, knife, and fork. You search through your pantry and grab vanilla extract, ground cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, all-purpose flour, rolled oats, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and finely chopped pecans. You also check that you have a stick of salted butter in the butter dish on the counter. Now, you just need the main ingredient.
A Girl's Best Friend
In my backyard sat a pond. This pond was quite large, and I held many memories with it. I have lived in this house since I was a newborn. My room contained a window that overlooked the body of water. It was always a wonder to see every morning that I awoke and every night before I fell asleep.
The sun hung low in the sky; it’s rays hitting buildings and causing large shadows to form. I was leaving the office that I worked at. Another long week that felt much longer than it was. I planned on getting home, ordering a pizza with extra cheese, and having a relaxing bath with a glass of wine before bed. Excited for what I had in store for myself, I almost skipped home while humming a tune that was plaguing my mind.
The Perfect Getaway?
“No, no, NO,” I yelled as I weaved through the traffic. The bank heist was supposed to be done without any errors. Everything had been checked over and all the right people were hired for the job.
On The Loose
I awoke suddenly to my phone ringing on my bedside table. I slid the green icon over on the screen and accepted the call without seeing the Caller’s name.