Young Adult
The Halfling Chapter 2: Remembering Mama
Mama had always been Lisara's hero. She was a Curatoria after all, a female human gifted with magic and tasked with protecting halflings and vampire-kind. She had swiftly developed her combat skills and possessed exceptional potential as a Cura-in-training. That was when she had met Lisara's father.
By Jordan Hailey5 years ago in Fiction
Just Desserts
Rowsalyne Deardonia had always loved her mother's chocolate cake. It was delicious, moist, had the right amount of frosting and it had the added bonus of being able to change your hair color for one day. She adored this as a child and would basically live by the minutes until she could change her hair color again. When she came of age she started attending the nearby academy. She was to train in military tactics and practice and learn a multitude of weapons. This incessant drilling bored her to no end as the drill instructor; an elven man of strict demeanor name Denaris, was always on her case about proper form. The only great part about the academy was that sometimes during the wee hours of the night the boys and girls in her garrison would gather around the glow of a friend’s light spell. Everyone would pool their contraband of snacks and drinks into one big pile. On One such occasion Rowsalyne had received a package in the mail for her birthday. A slice of chocolate cake magically disguised as boots by her mother. That night as everyone gathered around she had the brilliant idea to let the others taste her favorite cake. She watched with newfound glee as everyone’s hair around her changed color. Unfortunately , that gathering also ended with Denaris bursting into their domicile and seizing their horde.The next morning Rowsalyne sullenly walked to breakfast, her mood as grey as the sky. She noticed that a bunch of other students were running in a hurry to the commissary. She rushed forward as well to see what all the excitement was. As she pushed her small dwarven frame past the taller students a delightful sight greeted her eyes. She saw her drill sergeant sitting at the head table with the other instructors holding his head as regal as possible with a bright pink mane. Rowsalyne had found a new purpose in life that day. She would spread the gift of laughter with the world using her mothers delicious cake
By Luis Omar Padilla5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolateportation
It isn’t uncommon to have people turn their head away from chocolate. They tend to be lactose intolerant, allergic or simply don’t like the taste of it. I was never one to ever turn my head away – although my mother would have bought me a whole house at the age of 12 if I ever did. Chocolate was my support system. I would overly indulge in it when the boy I loved kept running around with my heart in the unrelenting grip of his palm or simply have some since I was able to finish the day.
By Lidya Ataklti 5 years ago in Fiction
The Way the Cake Slices
She opened the fridge in a hurry. In the front was a slice of chocolate cake, but that was not why she was here. She reached out and snatched up all the waters, placing the bottles into her bag. The thought of grabbing some canned goods entered her mind, however; her bag was too heavy already. She headed for the basement door. Sliding a small rug to the side, she lifted the wooden door. Climbing down the stairs was a little treacherous considering the weight of the water she was carrying. She unloaded and headed back upstairs for the canned goods. She spent the whole afternoon in this loop: upstairs, downstairs, upstairs, downstairs. She wondered when he would be home.
By Nanette Noyes 5 years ago in Fiction
The Sweet-Simple
It was an unnecessary idea to consider desserts outlawed, but the feeling one got while enjoying a thrice dipped strawberry opera cake was enough for cake engineers, pastry wizards, cookie peddlers, flan experts, cupcake speakers, and other pedigrees of bakers to establish a sweet-simple in the heart of Outerbanks, Georgia. The relatively small town existed on a line bordering Atlanta where one might see the great city’s coruscating skyline and hear the rail bustling by every so often. More of a town than a destination, Outerbanks did not set itself as a major draw for out-of-towners as its downtown included a mere fifteen storefronts offering everything from locally grown fruits and vegetables to affordable tailoring options for the entire family, including the dog. The streets were always clean because the residents were always cheerful and the thought of reaching down to pick up a fly away receipt or cigarette butt was of no great setback.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
Realm of Skill
Joz was worried. He didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but he was a little scared of returning to the Stash empty-handed. He had only been working for Xander Lanthorn for two months, and he had already seen what happened to people who crossed him. Xander had made his life immeasurably better, it was true, but he ruled his small kingdom with an iron fist, and Joz knew the price of failure would be even worse here than in the outside world. He had reached the Road of Tears, and the dark shape of the Stash loomed before him. He slipped into an alleyway to approach the building from the back and buy more time. He needed to think. He needed a way to get a time jinx before dusk. He stepped around a corner and stopped short, hands already raised, as he saw a shadow break loose from a nearby wall. It morphed into a small, cloaked figure, hood pulled low over its face. Joz brought his hands together, ready for an attack, but the figure paused and then gave a low laugh.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
