How To Defeat The Oven Gremlins_A Child of Snow_Vivika's Bones_My Rock in the Snow
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How To Defeat The Oven Gremlins
(CW: Anxiety, mentions of abuse, alcoholism and biphobia)The smoke alarm was blaring through the apartment. Again.In between coughs, Lauren let out a string of expletives that would make Gordon Ramsay blush as she frantically turned all the stove’s dials to zero. How ironic for a professional chef like her, she thought as she removed the pan of burnt leeks and somehow still undercooked carrots from the heat, that there was that one meal she could never get right. The family heirloom recipe, no less.She flung open the window and wafted a tea towel around, shivering from the blast of January air...
A Child of Snow
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The stark outline of a young girl and her white hood walked soundlessly across the clean sheet of an undisturbed snowfield. I assumed I couldn't hear the crunch of snow under her boots because of the whistle of wind that brushed through the barren desert of trees and winter cotton, or perhaps it was just the sound of my teeth chattering against each other.I couldn't remember how I had appeared here or how it was snowing in what I thought wwww.onedoor.ccas mid May. All I could remember was that when I was previously awake, the day had been su...
Vivika's Bones
My best friend is a ghost.We met when I moved into her family’s old estate a couple seasons ago. My mother, Pamela Wirth, and her sister, Patricia Aberforth (recently married out of the Wirth family name), are house flippers. They take old estates from families, make them look modern, and then resell them for a fortune. Vivika told me she doesn’t mind. I asked her since I know from some stories that ghosts dislike when people mess with their resting places. It wasn’t until today that I was fully informed that the house is not, in fact, Vivika’s final resting place.Vivika is my best friend. Viv...
My Rock in the Snow
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. As I rounded the last bend in the trail, the wind picked up in my face. I put my head down, determined to glide my skis right to the van. I pumped my arms until they burned as I maintained my balance, soaring in the tracks I had laid down on my way out. My core was sweating under all my layers, but my fingers, toes, and face were numb. I couldn’t wait to feel my seat heaters. The van was perfect for our skis, bikes, kayaks. We had bought the minivan shortly after we got married, four years ago. We both wanted a lot of kids; I w...