Horror
The Art of Baking
Baking is a Science It was a frosty Sunday morning in Dunwich, three children were missing, and the federal detective had turned up dead in the street. It was the sort of morning that starts off unpleasant and promises to get worse as the day goes on. Enterprising employees at the local markets would find their fingers red and aching in the chill air. Pious folks would huddle under heavy coats to hear their weekly sermon, and today the stories of fire and brimstone might be viewed with a little more warmth.
By Kieran Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Fat Rat
The long-armed clock slowly ticks and tocks until Jossie felt like it was mocking her endlessly. Directly under the clock stood Mrs. Abigal Finch, with her cubed glasses sitting uncomfortably on her fat nose. Jossie had never liked Mrs. Finch, she knew that sometimes Mrs. Finch would pull boys aside to give them a “private” lesson.
By Jared Kirts5 years ago in Fiction
The Fear and Love of Chocolate
I stare at it, my eyes glazed in a trance, mouth watering at the anticipation of the first bite, thoughts swirling over the phantasmal taste and alluring aroma filling my nostrils. What lies before me is one singular slice of chocolate cake smothered with chocolate icing which gleaming with a dark radiance that permeates my skin. I lean in closer to my dining table, inching my chair ever closer, finally in reach of my great prize, and then...i stop. Then it hits me, a strange pressure in my chest like there is a hand strangling my heart and the tightening
By Josh Evans5 years ago in Fiction
The abyss
She was completely alone. No people, no animals, not even a mosquito. Going down into the bunker, she believed everything would be the same when she resurfaced and that the siren would have been a false alarm. When she sensed the profound stillness about her, it was obvious that the world had changed.
By Debaro Huyler 5 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Chocolate Cake
Every year on my husband William's birthday, I was required to make him a cake. The first time I was more than happy to prepare his perfect chocolate cake. It was his mother's recipe and it was fairly simple to follow, or so I thought.
By Stephanie Downard5 years ago in Fiction
A Little Chocolate Never Hurt
A smile played on Kara's lips as she set a pan into the oven, humming a tune as she did so. Flour was speckled on her arms and hands, bright against the darkness of her skin. Her smile and song were cheerful as she cleaned, placing her ingredients back into their homes. When she was done, she went back to the couch, scrolling on her phone and waiting for the timer to ding its merry little melody.
By Alana Stickles5 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Layers
Henry was a middle aged mildly attractive man. What he lacked in looks he made up for with words. He loved getting the attention from the ladies. It didn't really matter how they looked, just as long as they tuned into what he said and believed him.
By Miranda Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Devil’s Food Cake
I’m not sure how I became sentient. I just know that I am aware—fully, truly self-aware—right now. My origin story is made up of a hodgepodge of pieces. Flour. Butter. Salt. Sugar. Eggs. Cocoa powder. Milk. Baking soda. Essentially, I'm a combination of starches and sugars, fats and leavening agents, all married in precise ratios. Exterior heat allowed me to rise slowly, creating bubbles of carbon dioxide. The gluten in my veins was perfectly textured—slowly beaten into my batter, but not overworked.
By Jordan Gilletti5 years ago in Fiction
