Nightly Krumbs Novels & Stories

Jeff Buckley's So Real was playing over the sound system and the crowd was lively and giving off a good vibe. Bob came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. "Okay, we're done baking for the day. We're going to have some learned scones, and oatmeal bread." They gave away their leftovers at the end of the day because they didn't use preservatives and Troy refused to sale subpar products. When there was a lot, then he sent them to his church, but if not they just gave them to the homeless at the end of the day. "Uncle Bob, I'm going to be the helper." She announced.

JASMINE Before I knew it, it was halfway through September. I had found myself preoccupied with school and work, and temple choir had started up again. We were now rehearsing every night of the week as we would be performing during the alpha ceremony. At work, Lucy and Valerie were busy prepping for all of the desserts and the huge cake they’d have to prepare for the occasion. The whole pack was alive with excitement for something that hadn’t occurred for over forty years—the transition from one alpha to the next.

It was the last one anyway. The apartment was actually very nice. Okay so when Damion said he owned the apartment he meant the complex. It was just a small four complex building but no one else was here except for us. Everything had already been furnished and he had already had anything we could possibly need delivered. He also had already set up a grocery delivery once a week all we had to do was put the order in.

Olivia Then Two Months Later I stood before the stove, the sole of my foot resting on the side of my knee. As the bubbles started appearing over the pancake, I stuck the spatula beneath it and flipped it over. The pancake liberated a sweet and buttery aroma, only because I added butter essence. But, it would taste like crap. I could only make scrumptious pancakes using the mix. But they were way too expensive. We were running out of money. Dad’s bank accounts had been emptied. And after mom’s medicine, we only had a couple of hundred dollars left at home. She wasn’t in a condition to work. She could barely get out of bed lately. The future appeared dark to me. We hadn’t heard about dad since

It's funny what you remember when you look back on things, isn’t it? The place was pretty dead that night, in fact, except for the usual people stumbling in and out, the dance floor pretty much belonged to us. We made up for it by buying a ton of drinks (mostly gin and tonics, so they'd glow in the blacklight because we were like freaking children, and it amused us). But I remember Kelly had a weird thing made out of cider and lager, with some cordial (I think they called it Snakebite or something) and dancing with an intensity and fury that surprised even us.

the blond guy groaned as if in pain, and stretched his back. Iktanne looked at him and handed him the plate of cake she's holding. "You're exaggerating. There's still lots of food you can enjoy here, right?" "No thank you...," he grunted. "Compared to last year and the year before, the portions are in constant decline and the food tastes like shit." She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy.

“But you four have to promise to head straight home once the traffic subsides. It’s way too late for you to be out by this time of the night.” Sugar Crumbs was a chain of confectioneries that was popular amongst the upper-class New York elites. Everything from their store was expensive and literally to die for. It was from them that Christopher had gotten the now-finished cake pops for the party. And while Matthew and his friends were upper-class children, they were still children. Which meant they didn’t have access to their own credit cards. They would be stupid to pass up an opportunity like that. “You four heard the lovely lady? Deal or no deal?” Oliver asked, waving his card in their fa

CHAPTER 15 Slouching Towards Bethlehem Jon came back to the beginning. For eighty one days, the beast was fed. Crixen Runeburner, in human flesh, ate, drank, fucked, and shit in the mausoleum below Goodleburg Cemetery. All the cousins below, several hundred of the St. Fond family, continued non-stop until they were hollowed-out zombies, merely a shell for their magical egos.

“Alright so, I guess we have just to get some tea outside ‘cause the tension is too loud coming from you.” Frank lend his hand and Selin accepted it with a smile on her face. *** Krumpus Incorporated “Are you sure that she received the flowers?” “Yes, Sir but she immediately destroyed it.” Demir clenched his fist after hearing it from his one of reliable source from the Miller’s company. He wanted to make sure that he pleased Mrs. Miller on helping him after getting sick. But there’s a missing puzzle that he wanted to figure out on how she knew that hot cocoa. ‘Are you free tomorrow morning?’

“You have your own room now, your own bed, pretty curtains. That’s what little girls want, right?” I stared at Crumbs on the floor. He was all I wanted at the moment. He picked him up and turned him over in his hands. “Ugly thing,” he said. “He’s mine,” I whispered. He dropped Crumbs on the floor again, but not gently. Then he stood and left, without saying goodnight. That night I couldn’t sleep. I lay very still in bed, holding Crumbs tight. The pink curtains made shadows on the wall that looked like claws. I kept my eyes open as long as I could.