Fantasy
Ol' Jessie's Jelly Roll
The jelly hadn’t set, and that was a problem. Ol’ Jessie stomped through the cottage as if she could awaken recalcitrant cherry pectin with the rhythms of her feet, the grinding of her teeth. Her Jelly Roll would be an abject failure without the titular jelly, and there was no time before the village fete to create another batch. The chocolate sponge on the sideboard was a perfect warm brown, so fluffy that finger depressions rebounded like a milkmaid’s lips after vigorous kissing. Jessie dunked a finger into the cherry brandy jell and tasted it. The ruby-red concoction was rich and redolent with the deep sweetness of ripe cherries and just a zing of brandy. It had been properly boiled, why wouldn’t it set? Shaking her grizzled curls Jessie turned a resolute chin towards the planked door and followed it out into the scratch yard. Either the cake would be a triumph or not; fussing and worrying would not set the jell, and there were chickens to see to.
By Eddie Louise5 years ago in Fiction
Deathly Addicted to You
The night my chocoholic husband confessed to cheating on me, he blamed it on my deathly allergy to chocolate and my lack of compassion for him despite his addiction. Suitcase in hand, he walked out the door, cutting my heart out like a slice of chocolate cake. Obsessed with revenge, I reached out to my best friend Marta, who could potentially talk me out of it, but mainly because she happened to be a witch.
By Dooney Potter5 years ago in Fiction
The Crystal In the Fog
Introduction To Characters Eden - Hi my name is Eden and I'm just a normal girl. My adoptive parents told me my birth parents died in an accident when I was young, I am now living with my lovely adoptive family. I only have 2 friends, Misty and Damon, who I have known since I was in kindergarten.
By MythologyBaddies275 years ago in Fiction
His Famous Chocolate Cake
A seven-foot-tall, winged man stood atop the tallest tree in the forest. His wavy black hair sat just past his sharp shoulders, his emerald-green eyes peered out, watching for any movement on the ground. Pitch black, leathery wings wrapped around his lanky, suited body, shielding him from human onlookers. Except one such onlooker wasn’t human.
By Samantha A.R.Weaver5 years ago in Fiction
Macaria
Kelly Daorcy steepled cold fingers over steaming tea, sitting in front of a coffee shop on 39th street. It was September, and the summer had been hot, but August had waned quickly, pulling colour from the few leaves downtown had to offer. Home, for her, had always been more upstate, the acres and acres of trees and the winding country roads being rich with the change of the seasons, but here in the city, one hardly noticed the world turning, save that it got colder.
By Shiv MacFarlane5 years ago in Fiction
Sly Sir Samuel Steals Sweets!?
Sly Sir Samuel stood poised to enter the steep, sloping tunnel into the dark dungeon. His enchanted cloak (well, really a woolen blanket his mother knitted) hung low over his head and draped over his shoulders. Footwear had proved troublesome for his sneaking, what with all the squeaking the leather made with each step, so he’d left his shoes behind. His leather armor (truly, a roughspun shirt that fit far too tight) would protect him should he come to blows with the great guardian creature below, but he preferred not to get in a tussle this day. Sir Samuel wielded no weapons. They were at the blacksmith for improvements (actually, they were taken when his mother caught him practicing flourishes on her flowers). Ready as he would ever be, he took his first tentative step into the descending corridor.
By Joshua R. Leuthold5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Man
The hills were alive with the sound of frenzied hardanger fiddling, high pitched screams, outraged shouts. Amazing how pervious a renovated barn became, packed with disgruntled guests attending wedding festivities only to imbibe food and drink. Such behavior might have been expected from a hungry populace ordered to fund the elaborate repair of a dilapidated barn and then witness the marriage between their King and his reluctant bride.
By Barbara Steinhauser 5 years ago in Fiction
A Child Pirate's Swindle
“What do you think it is?” Frankie looked at the others whose faces showed similar degrees of disgust. Tommy, the eldest of the child pirates, shoved Frankie toward it. “Why don’t you find out for us?” Frankie fell and his knee’s impact to the ground reopened his fresh scab. He wiped the blood with his thumb then stuck it in his mouth.
By Cassidy Barker5 years ago in Fiction
Childish Imaginings
Amelia was a peculiar child. She always spoke about nonexistent creatures as if she spent time with them. So, when she spoke about wood nymphs and faeries we all just kind of ignored her and wrote it off as the imaginings of a small child. That was until something very strange happened.
By Dawn Snyder5 years ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Cake
As Amy and Eric stepped through the mirror and entered another realm - their grandma hugged them tightly. "Welcome," she said through tears and kisses and hugs. Amy and Eric couldn't believe it. They were still not sure if they were dreaming, but it seemed so real. Grandma started to walk down the corridor they had stepped into, and Eric took her hand. Meanwhile, Amy looked back to the mirror they had just walked through and wondered if it was too late to step back out? What about their granddad? He would be so worried when he comes home from town. Could they leave him a note? She pondered... oh, her grandma and Eric were already ahead of her... from fear of being separated, she ran over to the others and grabbed her grandmother's other hand.
By Catharina E Santasilia5 years ago in Fiction
