Stories tagged “cookies”
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Taking a Wish Back
Thomas clinched his eyes against the harsh light of the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling, one for each cot. His vision was a sea of pink. “Li-i-ights out!” came the call, and he knew for certain where he was. He was back. His eyes opened...
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Snacktime Onboard the USS Ficly
“Captain!” Lone Writer bellowed from the starboard railing. “The Code Sharks are nearly upon us!” “No!” Kevin cried in horror, “If they reach the hull they’ll scramble our Code and the Ficly beta site wil...
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What Happened to the Cookie Jar?
The cookie jar sat back on the out of the reach of small arms, though their hands had made it. The amorphous blue and green blob with odd protrusions was barely identifiable as a jar, and unidentifiable as anything else. A dragon? An octopus? A strange...
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Like water for chocolate - this time with cookies
mmmm. me want cookies. Well this town is known for chocolate. And Johnny Depp lives here. me don’t care about Johnny Depp. are those cookies? well… um num num num num num. num num num num. ahhh.
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In the Box
I was fiddling with the box of cookies on my lap as he approached me. When he finally arrived, he was nothing like I had imagined. He was short, unshaven and I could see his hair was thinning. I knew he did not approach me because he recognized me, onl...
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Good Fortune
A carrot a day may keep cancer away! It said with a smile. Beaming back, she thought endearingly “Oh, how I love fortune cookies”, and popped a broken piece into her mouth.
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Can the Day Be Won?
What he wanted was a sword, or a phaser, or a talking car. He’d even settle for a PDA he could use to hack into the mainframe. Or even the skills needed to hack into a mainframe. Here’s what he had: week old coconut macaroons and too much g...
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It Used To Be An Acronym
The sun keeps pouring through the window no matter how hard I will it to go away. The rain must have stopped sometime in the night. Do I smell waffles? Waffles mean Wednesday. I roll out of bed. I make my way down the stairs enjoying the aroma as it gr...
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Life Can Seem Mundane
She assembles all the ingredients on the counter; flour, sugar, eggs, peanut butter. A simple receipe that makes tasty cookies. She grabs a big, white bowl and a spoon to mix it all. She carefully measures each step, following the recipe exactly. Then ...
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i won't be home for christmas
The snow fell lightly, covering the row of brick houses in a dense white blanket. Children ran through the alley whooping and cheering because of the snow day, parents grumbled as they shoveled pathways out of their doors. I watched them from the windo...
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365 Days of Books
It started off as a New Year resolution. The idea, not mine of course, though I would love to have taken credit for it. “Don’t wear white socks all year,”I suggested. “It’s been done,” Robin replied. “I give u...
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Happy Reunion
The aroma of fresh baked cookies greeted us as we arrived. “You smell that, kids? We’re in for a treat tonight.” I ushered my family up to the front door. Inside I could hear the buzz of conversation and the faint sound of discordant ...