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How Two-Way Bakery Came to Be
Winter had already kicked in hard in Minnesota, and the news said it was here to stay. I looked down Main Street. The bakery's lights shined brightly on the corner, just by the Christmas tree in the square. Our bakery was the best in town. There are two other bakeries besides ours. They are Ms. Miggin's Treats and the Joyces' bakery. The Joyces are our sworn enemies. When my great-great-great-grandfather opened our bakery, the Joyces’ great-great-great-grandfather opened one too, out of spite. Our families have competed ever since. Yesterday, Mom finally let me start helping in the bakery wher...
Rivals
Hello, my name is Haven Rose. Something you should know about me is that, I am 18 years old and my parents recently died in a plane crash. Instead of money I got their most prized possession. The bakery. The Bakery is located in a small town. BakersVille. The town is secret like, and not like a huge city. There are shops and grocery shops and cute homes. But the thing that changed recently, 2 bakeries. You see, our Bakery, has been in Business for 4www.onedoor.cc0 years. The one across the street has been here for a year. I don’t know the owner, just that he is young and my parents said, “Don’t bother with ...
All That Matters
“Wanna know a secret?” Theo whispered. Hallie nodded, smiling happily. “I love you.” Seventeen-year-old Hallie beamed as she threw her arms around him.Theo spun her around, both of them absurdly happy.Seventeen-year-old Theo grinned, Hallie’s hair was shining in the light of the setting sun, glowing like liquid honey. Her eyes shone joyfully, more beautiful than any jewel or flower could ever hope to be. Eighteen-year-old Theo held Hallie’s hand when her dad never came back. He held it even tighter when a policeman knocked on her front door. Eighteen-year-old Hallie squeezed Theo’s hand until ...
Hanna Ghosts Her Sister
“I know I shouldn’t have done that. It was really stupid. I know that part. You don’t have to keep reminding me,” I said, fiddling with the zipper of my backpack while it rested on my lap. I watched boys skate around the curved cement at the skatepark. There were benches along the side so people could sit and watch. It was chilly out, and no one else was nearby; I could talk freely with the ghost only I could see.“You’ve only got one sister. Sure, she’s a bit…excessive, but she’s not that bad,” Brandon sat next to me, the bench visible through his legs and torso. His spiked, frosted-tipped hai...