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A knock at the door alerts the household. None of the three occupants are expecting a visitor or a package, and yet there is someone at the door. The mystery is elusive and each of the guys struggles to manage their excitement at the prospect of receiving actual, real-life, adult-style post. They each run for the door, Tony from his bedroom upstairs bounding down, shaking the house on its already poorly constructed foundations, Aaron from the kitchen, rubber gloves still on from doing the washing up, and PJ lagging behind after rushing off the toilet, stumbling towards the front door still doing his flies up. Each has a similar running commentary on what could be outside their own front door. Perhaps it is the hot pizza girl, "accidentally" delivering to the wrong address again. This had already triggered numerous arguments over who she truly wanted to sleep with when in reality she simply worshipped chaos and saw the fragility of this households combined ego.
Frozen Dreams Making her way slowly through the melting snow, Annie began to realize she may have waited too long. The chill of the early evening was becoming deeper, and she pulled her wrap tighter around her frail neck. Resolutely she trudged on, her thick rubber golashes crunching in the icy grass, they were beginning to take on the cold, only the two pair of wool socks kept her feet warm against the frozen elements.
She was never supposed to see that beige, crinkled up piece of a paper on that Tuesday morning. But she did, and after that, nothing was the same. First, let’s begin a few hours before that moment.
The Apple Fell Next to the Family Tree
"You just can't help but get yourself in trouble." Her voice echoed in the back of my head. At night when the world is quiet and every room is too dark I made out silhouettes of my mother. Her poisonous whispers blended into my thoughts and the heartbeat I heard against my pillow.
COCO PARFUM NO.1
Esme was a student at one of the most prestigious fashion schools in France. However, nothing seemed to inspire her. But one thing was for sure: she loved dessert.
A Broken Piece of Cake
My wife’s chocolate cake awaits inside upon the dining room table. The wafty scent has long been an established greeting for me at our entrance door. It is my sweet reward for a week of traveling mind numbing sales work. There is a deeper-seated unstated missive connected with the fresh baked morsel. A message that I am loved, appreciated, and deeply missed while I am away. It has always been and always will be my wife’s ‘Welcome Home’ gift to me.
What to do with the body. This was not a problem He’d had to deal with before, but He knew he’d figure it out. He had to, for Her.
Eyes Like Mornings
There was a rumor among the servants that there was no room in the palace that didn’t have eyes and ears peering in at all times. The spy network of the King was vast, enough so that just about anyone could secretly be apart of it. The servants couldn’t trust each other, the guards never knew if something they said was truly safe between them, and any visitors were careful of everything they did for fear of it being used against them. Lucas was one of the few who knew that it more rumor than truth. A useful rumor though, one that made it easier for him and the few real spies to do their job. They didn’t have to focus as much attention on the inner workings of the palace when everyone was scared stiff of trying anything.
This is part of a story begun in The Invitation and The Birthday Wish The man stared at the large box. Wrapped in brown craft paper and dotted with stamps showing its journey around the world, it rested on the kitchen table next to his unfinished lunch. He slowly ran his fingers through his scraggly gray beard. A gesture he invariably made when he was deep in thought, which often happens when you live alone in the middle of nowhere like him.
It is too early in the morning to be picking through the detritus of a party. Chairs draped in forgotten jackets have been shoved apart haphazardly, purse trinkets glinting on the carpet. A sticky swathe of elderflower wine arcs across the table below the announcement board, paper cups crumpled one-handed into the waste bin and scattered. A small retirement gathering, yet such chaos. I gasp to myself, reaching for a piece of litter closest to me.
I thought today was going to be like every other day. I went to school. I stumbled along from period to period as usual. Things were normal. At least until fifth period. That’s when I saw him.
Best Served Any Way You Can Get It
Kill them with kindness? I'd rather do it with cake. Side serving of malice. Bake with intention. Follow each step with meticulous care.