Flapjacks Adventures Novels & Stories

"Jessica, you haven't been here in ages. She's the new college student who works at our shop—Lucy Lacher. Your husband recommended her." Then she turned toward the girl. "This is your sponsor's wife. Hurry and say hello." Lucy kept her eyes lowered, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "H-Hello." I couldn't help laughing. Wasn't she just flaunting herself moments ago, bragging about how someone pampered and spoiled her? Why was she shrinking into an ostrich now? Only then did I finally take the egg tarts she'd been holding out the entire time. I glanced down and frowned.

" Your cupcakes; flapjacks,and muffins are a hit . I smiled at Cleo and she smiled back at me I kissed the back of Cleo's palm and moved closer she looked at me with doubt registered on her face. I leaned over to kiss her and she didn't kiss me back. I kissed her harder , just because I missed her and it was the only language I understood that I knew she could comprehend . She kissed me back and wrapped her arms around me . When she pulled back she looked at me and winced she knew what was coming.

The apartment looked tidy, but Augustus could make out the daily struggle of student life, from the disorganized state of the books and pillows strewn around, and especially, the messy kitchen. The counter was half occupied with haphazardly sealed packets of food items and paper plates, while the other half looked like unopened bags of fresh grocery. Augustus couldn’t help his curiosity as he padded into the kitchen to have a closer look at things, there were three sticky notes on the fridge, one was a reminder about some assignment submission, the second had tick marks beside animal names, then there was a third note that said ‘prepare lunch for outing’. So that’s what the groceries were fo

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"

Fortunately, Jeff managed to stop him before killing her. Flora didn't eat for a day. And Jack didn't visit. "Hope he got a stroke" She prayed before going to sleep. By dawn, she saw a strange dream: She saw herself being a lost princess caged in a tower by a beast. One day, a handsome prince wearing silver armor and riding a silver horse came. He fought the beast, massacred him, and saved her. Flora woke up from that sweet dream when an unfamiliar guard came into her cell carrying food.

And that's how I was a bit. "It's fine with me," he accepted smiling, "what do I contribute?" "Well, if you want, pay for the sandwiches that Martha is making for us." Oh, although now it would be three of each thing —my friend frowned— I'll go tell her —Flavia goes to the kitchen. So I was left alone with Adrian. "With what a picnic, huh?" —He helped me put two bags of potatoes in the basket; but on the last potato her hand collided with mine and that made us see each other.

Davina's POV: Flora pulled me anxiously. "Keep your voice down!" "God! There are so many snacks!" I exclaimed in a low voice. Flora was holding a variety of junk foods in her arms, including fried chicken and chips. "Are these worms?" I asked while picking up a kebab-like thing. "Yes, roasted silkworm pupae." Flora picked up another kebab, put it into her mouth, and closed her eyes dramatically as she slowly chewed it. "Yummy! Davina, give it a try!"

After eating, she allowed them to play video games before she sent them upstairs to their room. “Once upon a time, in a land where stars were made of candy and clouds tasted like cotton candy,” Tasha started reading to the boys later. “There lived a little firefly named Flicker. Flicker loved to play hide-and-seek with the moon, but he was always the first to be found. His light was so bright, it lit up the entire night sky!

. Then I found myself in an open small room down stairs. The curtain of the door was being tied, enough that I could see what’s inside. Grandma humming slowly blinking her eyes while molding a dough. In a rectangular table, there were spilled water, egg yolk, egg shells and flour. I was about to get inside when I saw Miss Mata and one of Grandpa’s crew talking with Grandma, explaining something. I was about to step closer to the open door and was about to call Grandma when some macho arms grabbed me from doing so and covered my mouth with a flat squared bread. The light coming from the bulb across us wasn’t enough so I could see him but when I stopped moving and listened to his breathing, I

I asked, unsure of my own words. “How about a month?” my aunt rephrased, “really get to know them, get all the juicy details. Flair Mag is offering you a top entertainment position if you manage to get it done. I know you dream of working for them and this is the fastest ticket there,” Aunt Molly explained. I looked down yet again at the sheet knowing very well Aunt Molly was right. I had been dreaming to work there as an Entertainment journalist for years, and that would be made possible if I completed the task. My career would officially take off but- there was always a -but.