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A Slice of Motivation
My name is Sonia, and l feel alone in this world. I am tired of all the drama. There is too much going on. We have started to pass a pandemic. Mass shootings seem to be happening almost every day. There are movements happening in this world. I am tired, but I am stronger than I have ever been. I thought that I would never recover from my depression. Until this one day that I ate a delicious, perfect chocolate cake.
Gina R (Gibana)Published 3 years ago in FictionBittersweet Tower
A woman well into her eighties, Nancy has enjoyed her fair share of sweets in her time. Vanilla slice with thick and creamy filling, her famous caramelised banana split, her Christmas trifle filled with cream, jelly, sponge, custard and a heavy helping of sherry, lollipops, candies, crumbly shortbread biscuits, marshmallows, every Halloween delight under the sun... you name it and she has baked it or eaten it. In fact, her family and friends from the bowling club praise her for her prowess in the kitchen.
Eloise RobertsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionChocolate isn't from Mars
“This makes no sense!” Lyra exclaimed, tearing a Mars bar from the shelf. “Chocolate isn't from Mars!” “No, my darling, it’s not,” I replied calmly, as I put a bag of ‘giant buttons’ into the trolley.
Miriam H. CulyPublished 3 years ago in FictionHow I Spent my Summer Holiday
It started to rain during the night. It kept on raining, off and on throughout the rest of the week. In one way this was a blessing because the police cars kept coming and going from behind the wall, so we weren’t allowed to go outside. And in another, it gave us the chance to make use of the library.
Gail WyliePublished 3 years ago in FictionPlan A
I find myself in a situation that is unbearable. I was born to an indentured slave who worked for a plantation owner. Slavery was abolished years ago and many slaves found themselves with not enough money to buy land so they were given “jobs” on the plantations where they had been slaves. Some “freed” slaves moved into towns close to the plantations and could not find jobs or housing. Suffering from poverty, some walked into larger towns and found jobs that gave them an apartment near the place they worked. The wages were very low and getting ahead took a lot of patience and determination.
Don McDouglePublished 3 years ago in FictionIt taste good
"Surprise!" My family had held a not so surprise party for me, which I knew about it for a few days. I tried my best to act the part, but my love ones knew me well enough to know that. My wife came up to me hugging me as my two kids followed. "So how did you find out? Who spilled the beans?" I pointed to her grandmother who had texted me the invite by accident.
giovani serranoPublished 3 years ago in FictionIt Wasn't Supposed to End Like This
Did you think love was like a cake lovingly baked through time and error? Did you think measuring out each cup of flour and dusting your face with it would make him stay? Did you think that last birthday cake would secure his affections in a way nothing else could?
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in FictionSolo
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Jessa, Happy birthday to you. Elsie Doakes led the traditional song, her voice cracking as she stumbled over the third line, much more used to having to rush through three names instead of just the one. Keep it together, she thought to herself. Jessa doesn’t need you to bring things down today.
Darcy A. S. ThornburgPublished 3 years ago in FictionDeath by Chocolate
Death By Chocolate By Luke Woodruff The smooth wisps of chocolate frosting encompassing the piece of delicious art work before him took him back to his childhood. He stared longingly at the piece of cake, as though it could transport him to another world. If only he focused enough. If only he let his mind take him there, everything would be alright.
Luke WoodruffPublished 3 years ago in FictionEasy Disaster—Only 3 Ingredients!
Ingredient #1: Love If there was ever a truth written by the poets of the world about love that spoke to me, it was that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.
Jeremy McLeanPublished 3 years ago in FictionDeath by Chocolate
Death by chocolate was a summer’s afternoon at my best friend’s house. Her family bustling around the kitchen in organised chaos. Nothing like my quiet household; there was no death by chocolate at my house, there was no hustle and bustle Sunday lunch tradition. There were only the four of us, though, compared to this family of seven plus visiting family. I think they did this every Sunday. My best friend Arielle was adopted by her aunt, I guess. Her aunt was the matriarch, revered and respected. She had a partner, Mr Horton, whom everyone despised. They didn’t call him Dad or Grandpa; he was just Mr Horton. Arielle said her mother would never marry him; he was just there for companionship (she did, in fact, marry Mr Horton a decade later). Mr Horton was only tolerated on the condition that his position and presence was temporary and served their mother’s need to have someone, but she was still in control. As a mother to three daughters, it was her responsibility to show strength and reserve. Or so was the impression. Mr Horton knew his place, a dark brown lazy boy in front of the television. He didn’t say much, clearly an accessory to the matriarch and possibly overwhelmed by her strong-willed daughters.
Culture SaltPublished 3 years ago in FictionIcebreaker
On a cold cloudy afternoon Tommy had awoken to a snowy wonderland waiting for him outside. The winters in Wisconsin can be pretty brutal. His mother had fed and milked the cows before sunrise. Tommy gets away with sleeping in from time to time. For a single mother you have to pick your battles with teenage boys. Early mornings are at 5am and spent helping his father with chores on the farm. Everyone pitched in. But, all that changed since the Great War began. Tommy became the man of the house very quickly, attending to most of the physical labor and anything that needed fixing and mainly being extra hands for his Mother. Today was special, for his birthday, Tommy gets to be a fourteen year old boy. With life on the farm there’s really never a true day off. He’s lucky to have such a mom who looks out for him and teaches him that sometimes growing up too fast can make you forget how to enjoy being a kid.
Allison SeneyPublished 3 years ago in Fiction