Pinkie Pie Excited Novels & Stories

A small, insignificant object, but the skin on my palm reacts like I’m holding something that could explode. The black satin ribbon grazes the back of my fingers. Déjà vu stings. The perfume box at the office. The bouquet at home. My life really loves running the same joke on repeat. “Mommy, is that a present?” Poppy asks, delighted, taking half a step closer. “For Mommy.” I force my mouth into a thin curve. “Not necessarily the exciting kind.” Truth: I know it’s going to be very exciting, just in the wrong category.

"It's a family day, remember? No turning down sugar." "Yes, Mummy! No turning down sugar!" Elian yelled, throwing his arms in the air like some drunk Viking soldier. She sighed, having no choice but to accept the candy stick. Their fingers brushed when she reached for it, and Camille felt a little jolt in her belly. Pierce smiled. "To the next one! To the next one! To the next one!" Elian yelled repetitively, jumping really high into the air over and over again, his body entering into super mode.

"Oh, we're not—" Julian just grinned. "Thanks. She gets her charm from her mother." I elbowed him. Hard. He laughed and pulled me toward the next game. Behind us, I heard Sarah whisper to Gracie: "Is my boss going to murder someone?" Gracie: "Popcorn?" Sarah: "Definitely popcorn." --- Cotton candy next. Julian bought a huge pink puff and held it out to Liyana. She dove in face-first, emerging covered in pink sugar.

she smiles as she sits down. She cuts open her pie and steam escapes, “Beef and mushroom, my favourite,” she says, completely ignoring the fact that we have business to discuss. We follow suit and cut open our pies. Blowing on my bite to help cool it down faster I observe Morgan who seems very happy with herself. She probably feels my look because she looks up and winks. When we are done eating Claude explains our plan and asks her assistance. Morgan leans back and closes her right eye with a pensive look on her face. When she opens her eye again her look is intense.

“And this is Miya, our newest employee. She is the one who made the pie.” “Miya,” Felix said warmly. I tried to ignore the memories of our night together that were flashing through my mind at this very unfortunate time. “What a pleasure to meet you.” I gulped. “The pleasure is mine, Your Highness,” I managed. Well, that was true, at least. Felix didn’t seem to recognize me as he continued to smile at me. He seemed genuine. My stomach tightened. “The pie was amazing,” he said. “Where did you come up with the idea of using prickly pears?”

This one was shaped like a little, bewildered-looking logic-drone, made entirely of blackberry and a particularly defiant, flaky pastry. The note simply read: “Heard you had fun. -J” We ate the drone-pie under the twin moons, laughing, our home once again safe from the terrible, encroaching threat of making sense.

With obvious attitudes, Paisley and Shaina storm away. “That never gets old,” Sabrina says happily, before turning her attention back to Jordan. “They didn’t have those spicy chips you like, but I got crunchy tacos and lots of hot sauce.” Piper opens the sour candy and holds one up for me to eat. I take a bite, nipping the end of her thumb and making her yelp. She peels back the wrapper on her popsicle, and I smile at how excited she is by it. Music plays signaling the movie is about to start.

The realisation tugged at my heartstrings. Zavion lifted his head to look at the cake my sweet had placed in front of him. Zavion stared at the cake for a good minute before shifting his gaze to Penny. Penny was half twirling from side to side with her hands clasped in her front, a sweet and excited grin stretched wide across her face. My eyes moistened. “I made it,” she told him excitedly and trotted closer to him. Excitement radiated off of her. But Zavion was confused.

“Come on everyone, let’s eat and celebrate!” We approach the tables full of food but I go to my mom and her friend. “Hi.” I greet them shyly. “What’s it, love?” Mom asks me with a frown on her face. “I don’t want to be rude but did you see that pecan pie?” I ask hugging my stomach that manifests itself when hearing about the pie. “Oh! Someone’s hungry!” Morgan jokes and runs back inside the house and comes back with one pie in each of her hands. “I made them especially for your mother.”

Wes hooks her pinkie with his, holding her to that promise. After the promise is complete, I ask Riley what she wants to do. Her response was she wanted to go to Mcdonald's and get a happy meal. In all honesty, she just loves the toy that comes with the meal.