Love

Two Slices of Cake and One Man
Garrison Sanders liked to think of himself as a perceptive person. Someone who made good judgements, could put together clues and read most people, that’s why he was training to be a police detective. Yet as he stood behind the counter at his part-time job at the Purple Hut Cafe, he had never been more baffled in his life at the mystery before him.
By G Sam5 years ago in Fiction
It's All a Mess
It was one of those fights that started with something small — Jen walking over to the couch, a plate with a piece of chocolate cake in her hand. She got distracted by something on the television and tripped over Ronica’s foot. The cake tumbled to the couch cushion and fell frosting-first into the teal crushed velvet.
By Rowan Finch5 years ago in Fiction
The Sixty-Eighth Cake
The vampire bakes the sixty-eighth cake with more care than he’s ever done anything in his long life. He pulls the old recipe card from a worn, leather-bound book with delicate gold lettering on the side reading “Pierre’s Finest”. The book had been bound specifically for him and his many recipes. His chocolate cake rests comfortably on the first page. It is, after all, the most important piece of his arsenal.
By Heather Ealy5 years ago in Fiction
Finding the One at a Café
12:59 One more minute and my shift would be over. I looked down at my smudged tennis shoes, praying some famished or dehydrated customer wouldn't show up until after a minute had passed.
By Muchtar Suryawan5 years ago in Fiction
A Special Breakfast
The diaphanous white curtains billowed in the warm breeze from the ocean through the opened patio doors. I stretched leisurely like a cat, dragging out the extensions, combined with a little creaking sound in my throat as I reached the extent of the stretch. It felt magnificent being here with you, being spoiled by you, and luxuriating in all the rich experiences you had in store for me. The scuba lessons were yet to begin, and you hadn’t brought me to the Maldives just to take in the superlative hospitality.
By Lois Brand5 years ago in Fiction
A Time-Worn Masterpiece
She ushers the young boy into the kitchen, wiry arm draped across his heaving shoulders. “Hush now, baby,” she whispers and gestures to the chair. He sits, still shaken from his ordeal. The tears have dried up yet the pain is still there.
By D Anthony5 years ago in Fiction
Family Secret
Jessie's parents have four words inscribed inside their wedding rings. Few people will ever see them. Those who do will be forced to endure a lengthy process, including Jessie's mother preparing the kitchen sink for the big reveal.
By DL Kay5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate Sparks
She sat in that tiny, little coffee shop at that tiny, little table contemplating her tiny,little life. She was stuck in a rut. Her mind tearing at the seams, grasping for anything that would hold her to this life.
By Landon Brave5 years ago in Fiction
Payment Rendered
"Son of a--" a rather grizzled looking man with silver hair exclaimed as he feverishly worked the steering wheel and throttle. He gritted his teeth and cursed again under his breath as his eyes shot from the mirror on the drivers side door to the rearview, a quick cursory glance at the gauges then back to the road. He downshifted hard and expertly worked the steering wheel and throttle as he made the big truck dance around a gooey dirt road corner. Mud splashes as the big tires empty a puddle from the rain earlier in the day.
By Shawn E. Raker5 years ago in Fiction
Your Face on the Frozen Cookies
There sometimes comes a moment late in the day, when the kitchen is hot and perfumed with the scent of browning bread, that I find myself staring deep into the oven, oblivious to the world outside. To my knowledge, batter and dough have not yet shown any proof of sentience, yet I see them come alive at 450 degrees. They shrink and grow, turn golden as they undergo a chemical revolution in the span of minutes.
By J. Scott5 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Day Chocolate Cake Prank
I know it’s tradition for the bride and groom to feed each other a bite of cake on their wedding day. I don’t care for chocolate cake. I prefer strawberry or vanilla. But my fiancé said chocolate cake with buttercream icing is his favorite so I conceded. It’s not that big of a deal anyway. I just asked that he give me a small bite when it came time for that part of the celebration. He winked and said, “Anything for you babe.”
By WriterKat5 years ago in Fiction
Love, Life, Death, and Chocolate
The chocolate cake was like a splinter in my brain. A knife through the very fabric of my mind. Slicing, millimetre by millimetre. Severing those synapses. Rendering me more and more useless, and less and less interested, with each passing day.
By Daniel Lee Peach5 years ago in Fiction