A Path to Perfection
Margie pinched a roll of fat from her stomach as she looked out the window. She saw them, a whole pack of svelte neighborhood moms walking together pushing their strollers wearing tight leggings and razor back tank tops. The “rollerburgade” her husband jokingly called them. They were just a few houses away.
Death By Chocolate
When Jonathan finally drifted off to sleep after hours of wrestling insomnia, the last thing he expected was to be awoken at 7am by his younger brother.
A Day at the Beach
I shifted again on the lounge chair, trying to get comfortable, but it was nearly impossible. I was hot and sweating and there was sand everywhere. I kept an eye on Chris and Rebecca as they built a sandcastle, while pretending to read my book. I’d read the same paragraph at least a dozen times but I had no idea what it said. I finally set it down and looked out over the water, shading my eyes against the sun bouncing off the waves.
A Piece of Cake
Do not be alarmed, as I am a conscious piece of chocolate cake. I only wish to entertain your existence by expressing mine. You may find it hard to believe that I, a piece of cake, can retain memory and speak fluent English, but it’s best not to question too much of the universe as there will be questions that can never be answered.
A Taste Of Poison
I'm sitting in a room with someone I don't trust for the life of me. Why am I here ? Love holds strange forces. I had to come back as the force of love pulled clover leaves over my eyes.
It’s A Magical Life
The Queen liked chocolate. She was enamored with it. This is how the currency of the land came to be. We don’t trade in gold, silver, even copper or bronze. Diamonds and rubies have little worth. We trade in chocolate. The more chocolate you own, the more of a chance you have to attain The Queen’s favor. She controls all of the assets, your access to the market, even your ability to marry your true love. After all, she understands love. Your intended must be as good as chocolate.
Cake by Combat: Sprinkles of Doom
Miranda held the gold letter in her shaking hands. This could not be happening. The private messenger stood outside, waiting to escort her to the black sedan with a gold cake and crossed swords on the door. It was all too real. She had been selected to participate in Cake by Combat.
The night Alao and I had a drink he told me what happened to his chin. It was bandaged up, and I figured the big mole on his face had been removed.
Bloody Penlander-Pencilvanian War Continues With No End In Sight
The ink stains of the dead Penlanders are as fresh as the horror and dismay over the fates of the many Pencilvanians erased from the front lines. This centuries old conflict shows no signs of abating as fighting renewed again yesterday at the contested border between the two warring nation states. Hardest hit by loss were the famed Penlander fountaineers claiming some 500 dead in the first five minutes of fighting alone. They stormed the Pencilvanian front lines early and with numbers but ran head first into a hail of graphite re-enforced artillery shells lobbed from deep behind enemy lines. The battle tested #2 company of the Pencilvanian army then counter attacked with a neat pincer move attempting to sever the head of the Penlander BiC brigade, so named for its legendary leader General Brad (ironside) Cotton. General Cotton called for a counter-attack but the Pencilvanians gelled as a unit, hardened their lines with their mechanicalized troops, and repulsed the counter easily with a simple brush stroke. In a last ditch maneuver to salvage something from the horrendous string of losses the General fielded razor company and the 101st lighter brigade consisting of several thousand battle tested Penlander shock troopers. They attacked in ball point formation exploiting a small crack in the Pencilvanian lines. At the point of impact ink and black carbon flew in all directions as the ancient enemies met in bloody tip to tip fighting. This reporter will never forget the horror of that sight and prays for a swift end to this seemingly never ending war.
It's a 'Piece of Cake'?
“We’re running out of time. I don’t see why we can’t buy the dessert from a high-end pastry shop. It’s just a chocolate cake. Anyway what Miss Spaceshot said—”
Sharing with Pop Pop
I will start by admitting that my father and I have large sweet tooths. In fact, they are large enough to possibly qualify as sweet bones. I’d always thought it was a learned trait and I could possibly prevent my kids getting the same. That is where this story begins.
The room was quiet, I hate it when they are quiet. A sea of people and not a peep, guess that joke bombed. “So I said to her, I don’t know, why don’t you tell ME?” Nothing…..shit, okay, moving on.