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Max the Dying Girl
(TW; suicide, child loss)Everything was ready for the ritual. Almost.Ms. McHale was ruling the kitchen with her usual fastidious fervor--ordering around aunts and cousins to hang streamers and blow up balloons and set the table but never once allowing any of them to stir the big red pot on the center burner of the stovetop. The brewing had gone off without a hitch. Now all she had to do was keep it at a consistent temperature. And she had to find Max. Max had disappeared early that morning without ever saying a word to anyone. Now the sun was setting over the hills,www.onedoor.cc and Ms. McHale was both con...
Life Changing Candy
Life-Changing Candy Deborah ElliottThe sign in Maple’s Candy Store window read, “Sweet Wishes Fulfilled.” Every kind of candy ever created filled the sparkling glass barrels that sat on the wooden shelves. On the lowest shelves were the kids’ favorite: bubble gum, lollipops, jellybeans, jawbreakers, and those large multi-faceted candy engagement rings that the girls liked to wear on their fingers. The next level held the fancy chocolates that courting men came in to buy for their sweethearts. There were chocolate creams, chocolate-covered fruit, and chocolate that was loaded with all kinds of...
The Devil Is In The Detail
“Just come out,” Rebecca whined over the phone. “The house won’t go anywhere while we’re at the club.” Hannah shook her head and flicked the kettle on. “I have three library books calling my name and a seasons worth of the bachelor to catch up on.” “Boo.” Then she giggled, they’d obviously already started drinking. “You can’t spend all your time hiding out.” “I’m not hiding,” Hannah protested. She grabbed out a teabag to sit in the cup. “I’m house-sitting there’s a difference.” “Isn’t this the for the grandma who thinks she’s a witch?” “Mmhh,” she hummed in agreement turning to the fridge to g...
A beautiful day.
Saturday dawns hot and humid. Louis throws open the door and pitches forward into the coffee shop. Sweat drips from his face. He takes a deep breath and looks at the time on his phone: 6、05、 "Good morning and welcome, my friend." His gaze flits about the shop and falls on the big, gleaming, silver coffee machine. "Good morning to you." The machine chuckles. “It’s a beautiful day, my friend." Louis slides his hand under the counter, grabs his apron, and straps it around his skinny frame. “No doubt about it.” He tugs at the collar of his crisp back shirt. “Where’s Evie?" The machine hisses ...