Flapjacks Adventures Novels & Stories

It smells like Gideon and I find that so comforting; even after spending days in the bed, I can still smell his masculine scent. “I thought that would make you happy.” Flora smiles as she reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small tub of food; she slides it through the bars and the look on her face leaves no room for argument. I tell myself that I’m only eating because of the life inside of me but the second I see the neatly folded pancakes and fruit, my stomach starts to growl loudly. “So, Winter Wolves?” I ask as I pull off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth; Flora doesn’t say anything until I’ve eaten two pancakes and several pieces of apple and orange.

"There, my fearless alpha, lies the path to new territory! It's rumored to be guarded by the ferocious 'Fluffy-tailed Guardians.' Are you ready?" ‌ Andrei, his competitive spirit ignited, nodded with a grin. "Fluffy-tailed Guardians, you say? Let's show them the might of the pack!" ‌ As they ventured deeper into the thicket, they encountered an army of squirrels. The tiny creatures chattered angrily and hurled acorns at them, which resulted in a flurry of dodges and exaggerated leaps. Lucas, in his usual cheeky fashion, shouted, "The Guardians are fierce, but we are fiercer!"

There were flapjacks, which rapidly seemed to be becoming his new obsession, as well as chunks of mango, pineapple, and sliced strawberries and bananas, too. “I hope it’s enough,” he frowned, taking the oat milk out of the fridge. He passed it to me, and I shook my head. “It’s more than enough,” I reassured him. “It looks delicious. Thank you.” “It was nothing,” he grinned, with a smug half-shrug. I managed to eat a nibble of flapjack, and a fair amount of fruit, but all too soon the time came to head to the training grounds. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, re-adjusted my ponytail, and then we headed to the field, hand in hand.

Jessi asked, placing both hands on the island. "I was thinking of something to wash down the remnants of yesterday's party vibes, and wake us up to a normal, and healthy breakfast. So I went for pancakes, but we're like ten here. So that's 20 pancakes or so. I can't do all of that on my own." Jessi scoffed, "You've forgotten your days at the taco place, haven't you?" She asked. Sofia sighed, "Are you gonna help me, Jessi?"

I hurried ahead as the music played through my earphones. I thought I could get away from this mess, but Diana Fowler suddenly broke away from the two thugs. She gazed at me with eyes full of tears, clutching my arm so hard she left two bloody scratches. "Help me, Levi!" I instinctively shook off her hand, acting as though I had encountered something terrifying.

We're already sat around the table in a circle so someone clears it and puts a bottle in the middle to spin. Rachel sits beside me instead of on my lap as we watch Jack spin the empty beer bottle. It points at one of the girls that I don't know the name of and they kiss quickly, Jack pretending to be disgusting that he kissed a girl. The game goes on with neither me or Rachel ending up with the bottle landing on us until it gets to my go. I spin it gently and watch as the end points at Jack. He smiles widely and leans over so our faces are inches apart. I close the kiss and am surprised when he tries to slip his tongue into my mouth. I laugh at his attempt and sit back down next to Rachel.

“But if he claws your eyes out, you only have yourself to blame.” Flan looked up at him, his one cloudy eye twitching. He was suspicious of Adriano, his stiff little back was arched as Adriano gently slid the old walker away and reached for him. Flan hissed. I gasped, “Flan, no! Be nice, he bought you a gift!” Adriano grabbed Flan with one hand, supporting his spine, and started adjusting the harness around him. It was going fine until it wasn’t. One of Flan’s claws hooked straight into Adriano’s wrist.

They swirled in pastel pinks and blues, resembling cotton candy floating lazily through the air. The ground crunched beneath their feet with Skittles, M&Ms, and candied peanuts. As if the sky rained sugar. "I vote we camp here," Falcon declared, plopping down in a nest of chocolate truffles growing from a bush. "No," Theo snapped, knocking a bag of jellybeans from Falcon's hand. "Stop eating this junk." "Don't touch my snacks!" Falcon snarled, his eyes glowing as he slashed out with his claws, catching Theo's cheek.

I heard a small voice ask but I dismissed it because now my head was hurting. I had successfully gotten my plate of flapjack and took two pieces out of the six he had made and packed up his coffee, heading his footstep descending down the stairs. “Here you go and open your mouth.” I stretched out a fork with a large cut of the pancake and he obliged, taking it all in which made me laugh. There was a stain of syrup by the side of his mouth and I don't know if it was because it was almost that time of the month, but Lord knows how much I wanted to lick the stain off of his mouth.

So he started running around the house with a more confused look than ever, Andy saw this and kindly began to ask Uber what happened: "Mr. Uber! What happened? Did you get it stolen?" "Almost the same, but who would steal a letter?!" "The letter? How would you describe it?" "It was a MailFly letter, it was written by a distant relative of mine a hundred miles from the Town, but now I don't know where it is, hey." "MailFly? Ah, I know. It's the kind of letter that after three days will sprout wings and fly to the Parcel Station in your village, Mr. Uber."