Fading Resolutions_A Touch of Cinnamon (Part 1)_You’d Be Better Off Dead_Like Winter
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Fading Resolutions
The sharp and loud sound of the 3-round bangers erupting at the front of the houses down our street kept making me feel ecstatic. It was a dark and chilly night, or morning I should say since it was the first day in the new year and the adjacent church had just concluded its crossover service. The bangers gave no light as the little boys threw them up but it was the 'pa-pa-pa' sound that gives them joy and a little smoke. The real fireworks was on display at several other adjourning streets and I could see them all from my room in my Dad's mansion. They gave real light, aesthetic ones and ...
A Touch of Cinnamon (Part 1)
“And a cherry on each of the custard creams, as well as a sprig of mint on the lime tarts!” I nodded as mwww.onedoor.ccy assistant, Sadira, ran around me with a clipboard full of notes for my desserts. I went to the pantry and pulled out the tub of cherries and mint, and walked around the dozens of trays that were displaying my creations for the ball tonight. The kingdom was hosting a ball to celebrate the coming of age of Princess Velora. At 24, I was the kingdom’s best and youngest baker, and I was invited to create all sorts of desserts for the ball. And as the other daughter of King Maxim and Queen Neha...
You’d Be Better Off Dead
The sun glistens as it lays to rest on top of the horizon. The warm breeze shivers up and down my spine. I hear my voice shrill, ‘Fine then! You’d be better off dead!’ And as my voice echoes around the bridge, suffocating us, Olive sinks down in slow motion, her clothes attempting to morph into a parachute and a single tear reaching down her cheek. Nikole inhales slowly and then pats her lap. She’s staring into my soul with a deafening condescension. My file is held tightly in her grip and she squeezes the corners as she talks. ‘Do you know why we’re here today?’ I look at her. I open my mouth...
Like Winter
The smell of burning permeated the quiet air of the apartment like water soaking into the capillaries of a cotton pillowcase. Once the aroma of ash reached the end of the hallway, where his room was, John quickly lost focus of the chemistry notes in front of him and ran to the kitchen. There, he found David frantically grabbing something out of the oven while bits of butter, smears of dry, white flour, and rogue peels of red apple decorated several countertops around him. This was an all too common scene as of late, for David was now spending his days with no classes and no work entirely in t...