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Mom's Secret Chocolate Cake
All I wanted was a piece of mom's secret recipe chocolate cake. I was due to return to the states in two weeks. Whenever I had the chance to call from Afghanistan, I always ended the call with an I love you, and what I wanted to eat upon my return. It changed from time to time, but the one thing that always stayed the same was my request for Mom's chocolate cake. I couldn't wait to get home. The days seemed to blend into each other. It was the same thing day in and day out. I was scared. I would be a liar if I said I wasn't, but we had to look past it to get the job done. We laughed at horrible jokes, we cursed the days we were there and most of all, we longed for piece of home.
By Anthony Diaz3 years ago in Fiction
The chocolate cake
It was staring at me. The big, juicy piece of cake that Jane had placed on the table. The scent of chocolate made my mouth water, and I could feel some drool running past my lips ono the chair on which I was sitting. She had told me I was not allowed to touch it, that it was poisonous to me and that I would get extremely sick if I even tasted a small piece of it. I think she was lying; Jane simply did not like to share her chocolate. She never did. Oh, how many nights I had spent at her feet begging for a small taste, always to the same response.
By Aleks Ekelund3 years ago in Fiction
The River
Amelia had lived on the river as long as she could remember. The home had been her great-grandfather’s before it was her grandfather’s and then eventually her father’s. Now it was hers, and the love she felt for it was immeasurable. There was a sentimentality in the home but also a depth of reassurance from the surging, winding river that ran along it, stretching to provide a serenity and sustenance for all who resided nearby.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Fruit of Vitality
An old man in a state of near death eats a plump green pear, slumped at the base of an enormous pear tree. The moment he swallows his last bite, vitality returns to him. His thin grey hair becomes thick, shaggy and scarlet red once more, complimenting his fiery green eyes nicely. Colour returns to his skin until he looks like a living person again, and furthermore it tightens up until the wrinkles are erased entirely.
By Lusus Sylvanus Powhatan3 years ago in Fiction
A Favor
"So I need a favor." Anna pulled her hair behind her ear but didn't say anything. She didn't like conversations that started like this. She knew she owed Jason for everything that he did for her, but that didn't mean she should let him walk all over her. Of course he didn't, and sometimes, Anna felt like that was part of the problem. She did look at him to show she was listening.
By Lee Hawkridge3 years ago in Fiction