Stories tagged “toast”

  • Toast at an unexpected breakfast

    “Oh…” she murmured, coaxed out of sleep by the unfamiliar presence. “You’re still here?” “I am, aren’t I?” he replied, far more awake and aware than her. “Breakfast?” He hadn’t all...

    • Author: YaYa
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Death By Toast?

    She had gone through the house, gathered up everything that was his, and burned it. She wanted no memory of him. She went to a hypnotist to literally erase any recollection of him that she still might have had. But she had forgotten one very important ...

  • Cousin Spot, this really is too much!

    The only evidence was in the toaster. Wait. That’s not entirely true. The only evidence was also oozing out of the toaster and seemed to be increasing in quantity. Moments before, Algernon had dropped a fresh crumpet into the toaster and pushed t...

    • Author: Petros
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Cinnamon Toast Crunch Commercial (Challenge)

    This is LadyRay. She’s an author on Ficly. She has written stories such as “Desire” and “My Joy”, but can she see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch? “Honestly I can’t! I don’t really like them myself!&#...

    • Author: LadyRay
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Butter

    There were two packs of butter in the fridge, clearly labelled with black marker: John; Amy. “What’s this?” “What’s what?” he shouted from the living room. “The two lots of butter? What do we need two for?̶...

    • Author: robertc
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Rainy Morning

    I’m writing this from my kitchen The time is ten thirty am, The lighting is dim in the den I guess I’ll scrape the dirty dish landscape Once I eat some cereal with skim No clean spoons I envision But I’m alone so I’ll slurp fr...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Distinguished Vintage

    It didn’t take long for the wine to be split between the glasses that Jhendayre set in front of them. Ramar noticed that when his former student sat, he took to the edge of his seat, still on guard, never relaxing, ever-vigilant. Ramar raised his...

  • Akin to a Red Dawn

    Kate leaned in close. “That one? The one in the middle?” “Yeah that’s her. She’s Hawaiian.” I said. “She’s trouble. In fact she’s so much trouble, I’d call her a Jenny.” Kate said matter...