For the love of baking_Ladies retreat gone wrong_A Secret and a Lie_Benny, Jenny, and Alma in the Di
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For thwww.onedoor.cce love of baking
I loved baking ever since I was a little girl I had always loved baking there was something that pulled me in and made me never want to stop. I had anxiety I had a really hard time talking to other people I only had a few friends there was Josh, Fred, and Lily. They got me and I get them I loved them I had been bullied all my life because of my anxiety and stutter, They didn't seem to care though and I liked it I liked feeling normal even if it was only for a fleeting second. Even with them though I wasn't as happy as when I was baking I just loved it to smell the cake baking in the oven to ro...
Ladies retreat gone wrong
Jackie woke on a beautiful sunny hot and humid August morning. Although the humidity was so thick she could have cut it with a knife the morning was glorious. She was waiting on her friends Emilia and Stephanie to pick her up and head to the airport for their long awaited beach trip. They started planning for this week long trip just after the Christmas holiday. Giving themselves plenty of time to have it paid off by the time they disembarked. For several years they have been planning a luxurious getaway, but life stopped them. During Christmas they began discussing where they would go and for...
A Secret and a Lie
Note: This short story is a work of fanfiction.“I must tell you something. You might feel differently about me soon. But I can’t keep it inside any longer.” There was a sudden chill to the air around them, and the darkness seemed to be waiting, holding its breath. Victoria drew her shawl around her tightly, in an effort at self comfort, and hugged her elbows. The candle flickered on the nightstand. Zorro glanced out the window as if to steady himself.“You’re married.” She blurted her greatest fear into the waiting silence. He glanced at her, and frowned. “It’s alright, but…” She controlled her...
Benny, Jenny, and Alma in the Dirt
“It was me. I took your food, Alma.” Large, round green eyes stared as she fiddled with the can’s pull tab behind her back. The feline’s mouth pulled back, then a silent yawn fell out. The sharpness of the tab pinched the stiff skin of her finger, so she adjusted her grip. “Whattaya gonna do about it?” she drawled. Alma blinked, unhappy to say the least. She occasionally flicked her gaze to the shadows of the kitchen cabinets. The early afternoon light shifted them incrementally across garish mint green walls. “I’m a thief. Oh no-o-o-o…” She pretended to creep to the fridge, knees high and t...