Mystery
My First
I’ll never forget the day I first saw him. He had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds against his porcelain skin. His windswept hair was a light brown with streaks of caramel that made my mouth water. The tilt of his mouth as he spoke, showed the confidence of a man who had overcome everything life had thrown at him without batting an eyelash. My heart thrilled, as my palms grew sweaty. It was him. The first man I would ever kill.
By Diana McLaren5 years ago in Fiction
Boxed Secrets
Sweat rushed down Anthony’s forehead as he waited nervously for the judge to render his verdict. He had been before this same judge five times this past year and he has been lenient thus far. The juvenile justice system typically is. From the corner of Anthony’s eyes, he watched his court appointed attorney rummage through a bunch of papers. He seemed unorganized and confused. Anthony still was upset at the fact that the attorney walked in to defend him not knowing his name or what he was even in court for.
By Cherrelle Penn5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate and a Crime Scene
"Another piece of chocolate cake!?" Alex roared as he walked on scene flicking the crime scene tape with his left hand. "What is with this guy?" I somberly replied. It didn’t bother me quite as much as it did Alex, but we were in different places in our careers. I just wanted to know why and help the victim’s family reach some sort of closure. Alex was nearing retirement and just irritated to have to come to the scene.
By Cheryl Marie5 years ago in Fiction
The Slice Of Cake That Was Calling Her Name
Grace was a woman who enjoyed many different flavored foods. One thing that Grace could never walk away from was a perfect good warm slice of chocolate cake. The world would feel much better if they all just had a piece of its delicious chocolate cake in Grace's mind. Years of traveling about here and there, she had tried a great deal of many different foods. She would write about all the varieties of foods that she had tried. There was always a list of her favorites and those that she did not consider to be as desirable. She listed the not so fond items because there may be others who did like them. Grace was coming up on the last few trips before her trip home. There was a place that a great many people had bragged about where the woman who made some pretty fantastic food also made the most deliciously moist cake in the world. Grace decided that she wanted to try this cake for herself.
By Shelly Bartley5 years ago in Fiction
TIL CHOCOLATE DO US PART
Natasha had wanted to be a pastry chef since the moment she unwrapped her first Easy Bake Oven for her birthday. She had worked tirelessly toward that goal for the last few years. Natasha attended a prestigious cooking school, worked nights and weekends for a catering business, and hired an expensive life coach to help bedazzle her resume and interviewing skills to land her dream job. She was as ready as she would ever be to begin this decadent adventure. As Natasha stared in awe at her shiny new kitchen with all the latest gadgets, she could feel eyes on her, and her spine tingled a creepy warning. But after introductions were made to the kitchen staff she would be working with, they went back to their preparations for the upcoming dinner crowd. She found no one staring back at her. She followed the owner of this brand new restaurant out of the kitchen and into the dining area to meet her serving staff.
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Fiction
A Bridge to Dreams
Phil was the sole proprietor and operator of Jo’s Diner. While Rene held a part-time job as a cook at Jo’s, Phil hardly ever noticed him. At first, Rene had been thrilled to secure the position. He was certain it would provide the vital experience he needed to springboard his career in the food service industry. His excitement had diminished considerably as time passed. Jo’s had failed to provide opportunities for his aspiring inner chef to shine.
By Brian Champion5 years ago in Fiction
Songbirds
Normally, I’d tune out the songbirds outside. For whatever reason, their tune seemed a bit strange today. Melancholy, I’d say. The weather, like yesterday, was bright and sunny - warm and comforting. I sat by the window as I sipped from my favorite lipstick-stained mug of coffee. Living in the countryside was never as simple or relaxing as they made it look on the television. This was my third cup of coffee and the sunshine was just showing itself. I had to tend to the pigs and chickens hours before I finally got to sit back down.
By RedemptionVA5 years ago in Fiction
A Slice Of Chocolate Cake Heaven
Call me eccentric if you like. Some may even call me weird. Whatever the case; I love chocolate cake. When I say I love chocolate cake, I mean I LOVE chocolate cake. Not any old chocolate cake. Not the mass-produced store-bought kind but cake created by a chef or a baker who actually cares about the ingredients and the end product. My idea of heaven is to sit at a table on a beautiful sunny day, not too hot, on a quiet street at an outdoor cafe frequented by pretty girls, at a table shaded by an umbrella with a perfect cup of coffee and a perfect slice of perfect chocolate cake.
By Michael Trigg5 years ago in Fiction
