Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Asena Lourenco @ElaLourenco @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

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Tainted Lips  
by Asena Lourenco

Beautiful things often hide the truth,

Deceiving you; too good to be true,

Behind innocent smiles there lays demise,

And evil shines beneath the brightest of eyes,

But a simple treat, what may it hide?

What velvety treats can withold so many lies?

But the pure white frosting was yet tainted with sin,

And the petal swirls held something more sinister within,

Now the creamy confections have fulfilled their task,

Which lips were tainted by your crime, may I ask?

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Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.

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More about Asena Lourenco:

AsenaAsena Lourenco is 14 years old. She loves reading, playing Scottish traditional fiddle music on her violin, dancing, and martial arts as well as writing her own stories.

She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Nina D’Arcangela @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Yummy Rummie
by Nina D’Arcangela

I hate these things. Is there anything more annoying than someone else’s happiness? Look at her, the bride-to-be, making her rounds like a moth pretending to be a butterfly. She doesn’t have a care in the world. Odd assortment of people at a bachelorette party, though. I mean, who does one of these on a Sunday afternoon? And who plans their own, aren’t we supposed to do that for her? I don’t even see her mom, but man, that mother-in-law to-be is a real doozie. She cornered me in the bathroom earlier, I had to practically lean her up against the wall to keep her on her feet. Even as I was dashing for the door, she was bragging about how great her son is, how much money he makes, and how he’s too good for my ‘bestie’. So annoying. I only friended her because I used to date the guy she’s marrying, bet she’d drop a brick if she knew. At least the caterer is aces – the food is outstanding, and the special cocktail they crafted for her is out of this world!

Thank GOD I didn’t get roped into being the maid of honor. The worst. I mean have you ever had to wait on a diva like her and smile the whole time? My face hurts just thinking about the frigging grin I’ll have plastered on my puss the whole day; her day. I can’t imagine what Krista is gonna go through. A sisters duty and all that crap. Wow, these drinks really are fantastic. Some kind of rum with a cinnamon twist. I can’t put my finger on it, but it has an aftertaste of, what is that? So delish! And the sugared leaves are divine! Crispy and sweet – I could eat a buckets worth. I’m definitely having these at my shindig. Yum. I mean seriously, a winter wonderland wedding in August? Give me a break. But, what the bride wants, yada, yada, yada. Anyway, a few more of these cocktails and I won’t give two…

Holy shit! Did you see that? The groom’s mom just puked all over the seafood station. Well, I guess that’s it for the shrimp, and those oysters must have cost a fortune. How tragic; how hysterical! I shouldn’t laugh, honestly, but I can’t help it. Wait – is that her sister using the potted topiary as a repository? I guess mommy-to-be’s little purge must have set her stomach tumbling. Speaking of, I think I might go in for a lie-down. I’m not feeling so well out here in the heat. Ugh, I wonder if it was something we all ate. Typical. Everyone seems a bit green around the gills. Yup, we’ve got a whole table chucking their cookies over there. I’ll just grab myself another drink and head in, the smell out here is becoming revolting. Come to think of it, my throat is starting to feel scratchy. I hope someone didn’t bring a bug to this over-bloated soiree. Yeah, I think a quick veg in the air conditioning will help.

“Excuse me. Can you tell me…” Damn, my throat keeps clogging up on me. “Can you tell me what’s in this? Never mind, would you just get me another?” I ask as I point to my drink.

The waiter just blinks and pushes his glasses further up his nose. As the first wave of real nausea hits, my stomach cramps so badly it doubles me over, planting my ass back in the seat. And…I spill my drink. Great. All over my Mom’s Channel bag. She’s gonna pitch a fit. Yowsa! I thought the first cramp was bad, that last one was brutal. I hope there’s a restroom available. Just my luck, I’m bent over double with the trots and here she comes.

“Hello, how are we doing?” Bride-of-Frankenstein’s Monster wants to know. I was really hoping to avoid her. She always says ‘we’ when she doesn’t like something, or someone. Truly, this woman is insufferable.

“Great. I’m just gonna… Hey, um congrats on the party and all, but I need to use the Ladies, then I’ll be right back.” I manage to moan.

“Oh, no you won’t.” that smile, I want to slap it off her smug face as another crushing wave rolls through my body. “Enjoying the Yummy Rummie?”

“What? Oh, you mean the drink,” I really need to shake her and get inside. “Yeah, they’re great.” Why now? Her timing is always so annoying.

“You know, they made that special just for me.” Sanctimonious bitch.

I wail in pain this time, but it comes out a bare squeak. As I meld with my chair, she crouches next to me.

“Ahhh, you did nibble on the leaves, didn’t you?”

Looking at the half empty glass in my hand and the stems on the table, I’m like duh, but all that comes out is a groan of agony as I throw up in my mouth just a little.

“Don’t look so sad. It’ll be over soon. You saw my fiance’s Mum take a tumble, right? She can never resist a good stiff one. And from what I’ve seen, neither can you.” A boop on the nose. Who the hell does she think she is? “Oh, don’t try to speak, it’ll just hurt more. You see, I’ve seen the videos, you really shouldn’t have banged him, or whatever you low-bred skanks call it.” Her hands flap like she’s going for lift-off, but points for knowing the word skank. Given her pedigree, it shouldn’t even be in her repertoire. “Now everyone who knows has to suffer.” Her pompous chuckle makes me want to barf more than my screaming innards. “Here, lie down in the grass. There you go. That’s better, isn’t it? Anyway, I have other party guests to attend to, so you’ll have to die alone. Toodles!” WTF? She’s off her nut. Die? Alone? At a bachelorette party? That’s when the creepy waiter with the glasses leans over.

“In answer to your earlier question, they’re poison ivy leaves dipped in an arsenic-sugar mix. We freeze them for that delectable snap.” He beams a smile at me. “Fun, huh?”

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More from Nina D’Arcangela:

Mental Ward: EXPERIMENTS

A dank basement, shadow filled hallways, the deep echo of a metal latch being thrown while faint screams are heard… These are the things you might experience in a place where the unspeakable happens, where conscientious action and moral turpitude turn a blind eye in the interest of advancing one’s own personal pursuits in the most deranged and unjustifiable manner. The type of place where power corrupts, and depravity runs rampant among those imbued with it. A place where the unfortunate are abandoned to the devices of those who convince themselves their actions are in the best interest of science.

Mental Ward: Experiments is a collection of ten short stories that demonstrate the worst of humanity’s ambition in the interest of ‘civilized’ advancement. Step into a world where sanity is left behind, and horror is what the doctor ordered!

Available on Amazon!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sue Renol @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Donors
by Sue Renol

A selectively curated collection stands atop my altar. A memory from here, a memento from there—all meaningful in their origin, and their final destination. Each was placed with care; with the utmost delicacy they were arranged exactly how I view perfection. Those that offered these trinkets will never be forgotten. They’ll live with me as long as my life will allow. Each gifted their most precious items without knowledge, without will. But their sacrifice will not be in vain. They’re viewed with love and affection each day by my eyes, the last eyes each unwilling donor would ever see.

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Wicked Deeds: Witches, Warlocks, Demons and Other Evil Doer’s

Sometimes wicked people do wicked things simply because they can… The twelve stories in Wicked Deeds tell tales of witches and warlocks with ill intent, devilish demons bent on destruction, and other doers of evil who make the world a terrifying place. What is a mother to do when her daughter is gifted but lives under the thumb of her fanatical preacher husband who will brook no talk of the supernatural? What of a demon so desperate to free himself of a trap that he will force another to repeat his atrocities and condemn a young boy to his demonic fate? Or maybe the story of a crotchety old witch with a score to settle against the town she lives in is more to your liking – what evil will the seemingly harmless town-crazy call upon when faced with an ultimatum? If you’re looking for wicked people with supernatural abilities doing wicked things, this is the collection for you!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Nina D’Arcangela @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Written in Crayon
by Nina D’Arcangela

Beauty lies still in the cool depths, yet no prince approaches. Have the fairy tales failed us, or us them? Perhaps still waters run deep so frogs can be crowned king, but with all these children in my shoe, the slog seems far from candy coated, and the wee ones must be wary of the pie least they find an end in foam washing the shore of a sailor’s sea. But therein still, a wolf will lap foam when there is no snake or hare for the soup. A steal, indeed, and a good one at that as the tailor always uses a double stitch. One does wonder, did we forget the legacy of all that is grim? Or was that a passing fancy for mice to chew upon when no one is minding the lark.

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More from Nina D’Arcangela:

Mental Ward: EXPERIMENTS

A dank basement, shadow filled hallways, the deep echo of a metal latch being thrown while faint screams are heard… These are the things you might experience in a place where the unspeakable happens, where conscientious action and moral turpitude turn a blind eye in the interest of advancing one’s own personal pursuits in the most deranged and unjustifiable manner. The type of place where power corrupts, and depravity runs rampant among those imbued with it. A place where the unfortunate are abandoned to the devices of those who convince themselves their actions are in the best interest of science.

Mental Ward: Experiments is a collection of ten short stories that demonstrate the worst of humanity’s ambition in the interest of ‘civilized’ advancement. Step into a world where sanity is left behind, and horror is what the doctor ordered!

Available on Amazon!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Linda Lee Rice @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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It’s All About Taste 
by Linda Lee Rice

My passion is creating delicious, delectable melt-in-your-mouth pastries. It’s what drives me, wakes me up at the crack of dawn with new recipes unrolling in my mind. My passion is my whole world and now it’s being threatened.

I own my own shop called Dreams and have been in my little spot for most of my baking career. Of course, the site has changed through the centuries, but I’ve grown along with it.

I have a list of steady customers who love my pastries and another select list. For those customers, I made specialized baked goods with unique ingredients. Do you need a raise? Give your boss this cupcake. Is your husband cheating? Here, this donut will give him only eyes for you. I don’t advertise these “special” treats. This business is by word of mouth.

But now, my second line of business has been found out by an unscrupulous person. Blackmail threats have fallen from his lips with the insinuations of calling the health inspector to check out my back room where the unusual ingredients are kept. I figured out that while I was busy with my clientele, he picked the lock and slipped inside the room. I know he was pasty white and shaking when he barreled back out.

He pulled me aside after my customers left. He was a slimy little man with slicked-back hair, frog-like eyes, and a pointy tongue that kept licking his lips. It wasn’t my creations he wanted, but the money from them.

And the things he accused me of, my heart nearly gave out! I have no idea why he would misconstrue my helping my “exclusive” customers as something harmful! I have to fan myself just thinking about the things he said, hurtful things, harmful things! I have never been spoken to like that in all my centuries. I was appalled!

So, I told him to come back today after closing. I told him that we would talk about it over tea and pastries. You see the cupcake with the bit of brown spot? That is my particularly rare cupcake, one whiff, and you can’t help but want to eat it. I could say the feeling is almost as if you are being compelled to eat it.

After our tea, I’m sure things will go back to normal. With the likes of him, he won’t be missed, and besides, I’m getting low on my “unique” ingredients anyway.

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Fiction © Copyright Linda Lee Rice
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Linda Lee Rice:

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Linda Lee Rice aka Ruzicka has poetry published in Twilight Times, Dark Krypt, Fables, Descending Darkness, Writing Village, Spine, and Page, Muses Gallery, Bloodbond, Lycan Valley Press Publishers, Alban Lake, Highland Park Poetry, Rosette Maleficarum, The Siren’s Call, Edify Fiction and the June Cotner anthology, “House Blessings” and “Garden Blessings

She has short stories published in The Grit, and Reminisce, Haunted Encounters: Friends and Family, FrostFire Worlds. Plus, a personal essay at Mamalode. She also has various articles and blogs published online as a freelance writer.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Alyson Faye @AlysonFaye2 @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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The Passion Spell
by Alyson Faye

Miranda walked at dawn, through Milner woods; hood pulled up to hide her face. A blur of brown startled her, but it was only a young deer, who was equally alarmed to see her.

She checked her iPhone, with the Passionata plant image downloaded, along with the words to the spell, the old woman with the blackened teeth, in the Tarot and crystals shop had sold her.

This will bring you the passion you seek, the crone had promised, giving her a gummy grin.

Miranda shuddered at how much money she’d spent. Her parents would kill her if they ever found out she’d emptied her savings. But all she could think about was Jake, his laugh, his face; he even smelled amazing. He was intoxicating, being around him made her feel wonderful. She longed to spend time alone with him, but he was oddly evasive, and elusive.

The bright strawberry-red leaves of the Passionata caught her eye, nestled under a fallen log. The old woman had said it only turned red for an hour a day, ‘between the rising and swelling of dawn’. Then it reverted to boring browny-green.

Miranda tore off three leaves and, as instructed, rubbed them over her lips, and hands, whilst saying the words of the spell. Those magic words which guaranteed Jake would feel real passion for her.

Her lips buzzed, tasting of mint, copper and something else, something alien. The red sap stained her fingers, which was gross. But she also felt super-confident and powerful. A woman who Jake would desire.

The next day at college she kept watch for Jake, but at lunchtime overheard his mates saying he’d gone away for a few days holiday with Lucy, from Lit. and Language.

Not that quiet mouse, thought Miranda, who’s always got her head in a book. Not her!

Miranda had to go outside, to get away from the crowded canteen. She felt sick, shaky and her lips were throbbing, and sore.

On the way home, she diverted down Pennygate Alley to the Tarot shop, to confront the old woman.

‘You lied to me, you old witch.’ Miranda shook with fury, and something else – a hot wave starting from her toes and racing up her body, tingling her arms and legs. ‘Jake’s gone off with another girl. He should have been mine. I performed the spell ritual. I got up at bloody dawn, too. I want my money back.’ Her spittle landed on the old woman’s face.

The woman didn’t seem concerned at Miranda’s outburst, merely shrugging. ‘If you think me a witch, then you should be wary. There are all sorts of magic, girl. Good and bad. You wanted passion, didn’t you? I have given you that.’

Miranda held out her hands, which were shaking of their own volition. ‘What’s happening to me?’ Fear made her voice shake. The red stain was spreading up her hands, slithering to her wrists, then past her elbows on its way to her shoulders. Her lips were burning. She desperately wanted a cold drink. No, she wanted an ice bath to lie in. No, she wanted to be teleported to the Artic, naked.

‘This is the gift of the Passionata plant, girl. This fire you feel. This is passion. It is not love, which gives and shares. It is dangerous, uncontrolled, consuming. It takes all of you. And by the way there are NO refunds.’

The crone pulled down the shutters, turning the shop sign to ‘closed’, and dimmed the lights. Miranda was on her knees, huddled up, groaning. Her lips had swelled to three times their normal size, her heart was pounding at double speed, and her fingers and toes (hidden in her boots) were turning charred black.

Steam rose from her body, her hair ignited into ashes, and her eyes popped from her skull, rolling across the floor like marbles.

The witch watched impassive. She had seen it all before. Soon she would have a stock of newly-charred bones to toss in the pot. Business had never been better, especially with being on social media, which did so much of the devil’s work for her.

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Fiction © Copyright Alyson Faye
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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The Lost Girl & Spindleshanks

The Lost Girl
A nailed-up door. An inheritance which comes with a ghost. A missing girl. A fifty-year-old mystery. Parapsychologist Berkley Osgood is hired to investigate. What he uncovers reveals secrets the living want to hide and the dead will never forgive.

Spindleshanks
Adam is having nightmares about a skeletal shadow figure, who he calls Spindleshanks. Soon his whole class are sharing the same nightmare. Adam’s dad, Rob, knows that Spindleshanks can’t be real. But is he? One terrible night Rob has to face his son’s nightmare creature and fight for his son’s life. What would you sacrifice to have your child back safe?

“A decent two-for-one. Alyson Faye brings the engaging and eerie in equal measure.” CC Adams – horror / dark fiction author

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Elizabeth H. Smith @bethsmithwrites @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Bound by Blood
by Elizabeth H. Smith

An assembly of memories, crafted, planned, designed with intent. Innocent family photos and kitchenware appear of no consequence, inspire no suspicion. They mirror normalcy in its mundane glory. They invite, tell a story all have lived or heard.

Their arrangement distracts visitors from what isn’t so easy to see. Those who enter this home are blind to its truth. They only vision what I portray, not what grows inside.

Not until I show them.

This latest traveler looks upon my display with humble contentment. His idle senses are dulled by the average. Never would he predict what my unassuming cottage hides from unaware eyes.

Not until it’s too late.

A gasp escapes his lungs when my knife plunges into his back. The shock is apparent in his lack of cries for help. He simply turns and looks with confusion. He isn’t aware of what’s happened. He only feels the pressure in his muscles, the wetness of the soaking shirt against his flesh. He can’t surmise he’ll become part of the collection, the trinkets and everyday things which plenty my home with the order of the expected. The family photos are of my kin, but only of the chosen variety—only bound by the blood I spill. As he wheezes his last breath, his body fades, leaving only red to clean. When he’s gone, a fresh member of the family stares from the photo.

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More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
Elizabeth H. Smith is a storyteller who writes while trying to keep her cat, Luna off the keyboard. The musical group, Rasputina is her muse. She was born in the state of New York and would never feel at home anywhere else.

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Through Clouded Eyes: A Zombie’s Point of View

Through Clouded Eyes: A Zombie’s Point of View: a collection of twelve stories told from the Zombie’s perspective.

They’re shambling toward you, feet dragging on the broken roadway. Arms outstretched, faces slack, they move as if they’re tracking your scent on the wind. You want to run, but you know there’s nowhere to hide.

Aware of their insatiable hunger, fear paralyzes you. These things were once human, people someone loved. Is there anything left inside them – some sliver of humanity that may save you from this nightmare? Your mind doesn’t want to accept the inevitable, a single thought consumes you: what are they thinking?

With your chance of escape dwindling, you snap out of it and run like hell knowing there is little to no hope; fate is coming for you. Soon you will see what they see Through Clouded Eyes…

Featuring stories from Maynard Blackoak, Calvin Demmer, Paul M. Feeney, Stacy Fileccia, Trevor Firetog, DH Hanni, Shannon Lawrence, Josh MacLeod, Zachary O’Shea, Neal Privett, Mark Steinwachs, and Alex Woolf

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Nina D’Arcangela @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Hunger
by Nina D’Arcangela

Lying beneath the chill flow; the murk and muck of time settled upon me as a cloak, I await the approach of the unsuspecting. This season of abundance my natural ally.

There! One comes! I see it shimmer and slur as the icy water sluices past my vision. So delicate, so exquisite, so tempting a morsel.

It seeks to sate its endless thirst in the tide rushing over me. The desire to drink overwhelming the natural caution that fear has instilled in it. It hears the stream, edges forward to drink, and dips its aquiline neck down to the coolness. Not all trepidation shed, it pulls its lips back after the first suckle.

Does it sense me? Does it taste me waiting below the debris of this past year’s winter? Has it heard my excited inhalation, the slight readying of my limbs for the attack? Or is this a natural response to its previous repose?

My innards growl, a sound drown by the rushing of the water but all too shrill to my submerged ears. It seems unfrightened, still unaware. It peers about keenly, but with no fear in its black glistening eyes.

This one so young, newly released from its mother’s care. They are always the most supple, the taste most delicate upon my tongue. Come little one, I croon in my thoughts, I will not hurt you. A lie. I intend to end its gentle existence to satisfy my own hunger.

Tentative, yet with the belief it has nothing to fear, it spreads its hoofed limbs slightly wider to bring its lips closer to the rushing stream. I watch as it drinks – eyes still flicking about. Finally it closes its sight to the world to lap abundantly.

I strike, dragging its struggling carcass to a watery grave.

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More from Nina D’Arcangela:

Mental Ward: EXPERIMENTS

A dank basement, shadow filled hallways, the deep echo of a metal latch being thrown while faint screams are heard… These are the things you might experience in a place where the unspeakable happens, where conscientious action and moral turpitude turn a blind eye in the interest of advancing one’s own personal pursuits in the most deranged and unjustifiable manner. The type of place where power corrupts, and depravity runs rampant among those imbued with it. A place where the unfortunate are abandoned to the devices of those who convince themselves their actions are in the best interest of science.

Mental Ward: Experiments is a collection of ten short stories that demonstrate the worst of humanity’s ambition in the interest of ‘civilized’ advancement. Step into a world where sanity is left behind, and horror is what the doctor ordered!

Available on Amazon!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author R.A. Clarke @RAClarkeWrites @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Your Order is Ready for Pickup 
by R.A. Clarke

2022-06-16 12:35

Hello there,

I’d like to order a dozen vanilla cupcakes please. It’s a retirement gift. Please use white icing and make them as pretty as you can. I’ll need them by Saturday (June 19th).

Thanks so much!

Penny Lowman


2022-06-16 14:54

Dear Miss Lowman,

We can absolutely have that order ready for you by Saturday. Please pay the attached invoice, and we will start making your 12 vanilla cupcakes with white icing.

Pickup will be any time after noon on Friday. Thank you.

Jess

Jessebel’s Artisan Cakes


2022-06-16 15:15

Jess,

Hi again. I just opened the invoice and noticed something odd I’d like clarified before I pay. I ordered simple vanilla cupcakes with white icing, but it says “sin whipped frosting”. ?? Has my order been confused with another? Also, why do I need to give a digital signature?

I’d appreciate it if you could correct and resend the invoice.

Thanks again!

Penny


2022-06-16 15:44

Miss Lowman,

The invoice is correct. Firstly, I assure you your icing will be white. “Sin whipped” is simply an in-house reference—shorthand for “single serve”. Many of our icing portions are pre-packaged individually and frozen short term for maximum freshness. Lastly, your signature merely locks in your commitment to order.

I apologize for the confusion. Please sign and pay at your earliest convenience.

Thank you.

Jess

Jessebel’s Artisan Cakes


2022-06-20 11:26

Jess,

I picked up the cupcakes and they were perfect. My grandparents said they were absolutely delicious. They even shared one with me, and I agree. Top notch. I left you a 5-star review. Thank you!

Penny


2022-06-21 08:01

Miss Lowman

Good news! You’ve been selected to win a free gift. You may pick up another dozen sin whipped cupcakes at our downtown location TODAY. Don’t delay, as this offer expires at closing time. Congratulations.

Jess

Jessebel’s Artisan Cake


2022-06-23 07:41

Jess,

Thank you so much! Those free cupcakes were as delicious as the others I tasted.

Can I please order another 3 dozen? I can’t get the taste out of my mind, and my grandparents have been pestering me about when I can get more for them. They don’t venture out much these days. Funny enough, I got my boyfriend hooked on them, too.

Penny


2022-06-24 14:02

Miss Lowman,

I’m terribly sorry for the late reply. I always try to answer emails the same day but we have been extremely busy. Orders have been piling up and it will be at least two weeks before we can fulfill your order. Apologies for the wait, but if you still wish to proceed, you’ll find the invoice attached.

Thank you.

Jess

Jessebel’s Artisan Cakes


2022-06-24 14:40

Jess,

Is there any way I can get them sooner? I don’t think you understand how much I need those cupcakes. My boyfriend’s been at my throat to get more. And well… they’re the only food that seems to fill us up. I’ve been really on edge—so hungry. But whenever I eat one of your cupcakes, I feel better. Calmer.

Sorry, I don’t mean to over share. I just really need them. Now.

Penny


2022-06-24 16:58

Miss Lowman,

Thank you for your purchase and continued patronage. I’m flattered you think so highly of our product. While I truly do understand the addictive nature of our sin whipped cupcakes, I’m sorry, but I can’t bypass equally desirous customers on your behalf. With parliament voting on that controversial environment conservation bill on the 30th—you know, the one promising to stop Earth from heating up—everyone has been clamoring for comfort food.

Your order will be ready for pickup in two weeks time.

Jess


2022-06-27 09:30

Jess,

Just give me more cupcakes! Look, I’ve tried to be patient, but I can’t wait any longer. I stopped by the store today, but the lineup was around the block. What can I do? I’ll do anything.

My grandparents broke into my house last night accusing me of hoarding them. I actually had to shoot my grandma to keep her from stabbing me. Grandpa and my boyfriend got into a huge brawl—even bit each other! It was horrible.

They’re locked in my basement right now, so if you don’t give me my cupcakes, I fear it won’t end well. I can’t think straight. Just looking at them tied up makes me so hungry.

I need cupcakes!

Penny


2022-06-28 16:25

Miss Lowman,

Goodness, that sounds like quite the ordeal. It seems something very strange is happening around town. We’ve received numerous reports of pastry-crazed individuals acting out on terrifyingly violent desires. While, of course, I can’t explain this boggling situation, I trust you’ll control yourself. They’re only cupcakes, after all. Surely you can resist the temptation and maintain calm until your order is ready.

Just two short weeks from now.

Jess

Jessebel’s Artisan Cakes


2022-06-29 08:08

Jess,

You can’t explain? Are you serious!? I ate my grandparents last night because I couldn’t bite into your damn cupcakes. I just attacked my boyfriend at breakfast with a bread knife—sawed his head right off. I mean, bloody meat is better than nothing, but it’s no cupcake. What’s happening to me? I can’t stop the hunger. It’s driving me crazy!

This is your fault. You’re behind all of this.

You have to pay for what you’ve done.

I wonder how you will taste.

Penny


2022-06-29 08:30

Miss. Lowman,

Once again, I am honoured that you crave our product. My sin whipped frosting has proven irresistible to many. I understand your frustration and I’d like to help ease the burden you feel.

It sounds like you could use a cupcake.

Why don’t you come to the parliament building tomorrow at 2:00pm? We will be there handing out countless boxes of cupcakes to all who crave them. Make sure you make your way into the House of Commons. Guards may try to stop you from disrupting the vote in progress, but remember why you’re there. I promise many cupcakes. As many as you can eat.

We’ll be waiting.

Jess

Jessebel’s Artisan Cakes

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Alice Has Wonderland
by K.R. Morrison

Alice fingered her lace collar as she gazed through a window into her realm.

No one had believed her when she’d returned to this land and had claimed the throne right from under the Card Queen’s fat butt. Many eyebrows had been lifted, but they’d all been brought down—about six inches lower. Those doubters now took up space in a large burial mound, which served as the flooring for her garden.

She had to laugh. They all had thought that the previous Queen was eccentric with her rose garden. No one dared to say that about Alice, though.

That time in the Land of the Wizard had served her well. She’d found out who really wore the pants in that place beyond the clouds and had quickly gotten apprenticed to the nastiest witch in the land. Of course, she had to defend that right against those flying gorillas or whatever they were. Weren’t they surprised when they’d tried to carry her off.

Alice smiled at the memory. They were pretty tasty, those critters.

While at the beck and call of that old green-faced hag, Alice had learned a great deal of magic, mostly surreptitiously. It wasn’t hard to get to the books the witch had thought she had hidden well. But there was no way to stop Alice from getting what she wanted. She’d spied on the old pile of crust and had spirited them off at the end of the day. Most of Alice’s nights were spent poring over those tomes and she had come away with more elemental power than a girl should have.

But then again, Alice was no girl…

Her quest for the wizard-land throne was trashed, however, when that foursome had gotten into the castle and had destroyed her mistress.

With water! Who knew? Alice had always wondered why the old biddy smelled so horrible.

She had headed for the hills, and the portal back to this land, as fast as her feet could carry her. There was no way she’d wanted to be caught by the merry crew that had done in the Witch. Besides, pickings were much better in her more familiar digs.

By this time, Alice’s musings had brought her to the entry to her private garden. She’d really done wonders in here, after slicing the old Queen and her circle into bits and taking the throne. After the coup, she had called the more important denizens of the Land to a tea party to celebrate her ascendancy.

No one got to leave, though…

Her thoughts came to a crashing stop when she got to her prize heartflowers, and she screamed in rage.

“Cat!” Alice glared around her, as if he might have been sleeping in the greenery.

“CHESHIRE! Get in here immediately!”

She rushed to the heartflowers and stared at the damage. Many of them had been mangled to the point where the hearts were no longer beating. Something had licked the crystals off, and the hearts had died out, one by one.

A movement caught her eye. Well, two movements.

The first was one of a particular dormouse attempting to crawl up a wall, a coating of crystals still on its lips. It didn’t get much further than the first thought of escaping; Alice was on it like a shot, and it didn’t have a chance.

The other was the Cheshire Cat peering nervously around the doorframe. He no longer wore the smirk that he’d had when he had first met Alice; instead, a rictus of fear graced his countenance at all times.

Alice was just about to pull the dormouse’s heart from its chest when she realized she was being watched.

“Ah, Cat.” She looked round at him. “See what this naughty mousy has done.”

Cheshire looked at the garden, then back at Alice. “Miss?”

Alice’s face went black with rage. “’Miss’? Excuse me??”

The Cat quaked. “Um…sorry…your maj..er, your Aliceness. What can I do for you?”

“I need to replenish my heartflowers. Get hold of the Mad Hatman. Have him round up the usual suspects.”

Alice smiled, and her fangs shone in the sunlight.

“We’re going to have another tea party!”

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Fiction © Copyright K.R. Morrison
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