Pumpkin Pie Cookie Run Novels & Stories

Running across the sand. Fair. With Adrian's shoe in his mouth. Reasonable. Proudly. God. Very proudly. Fair. Like he'd hunted it himself. Reasonable honestly. Then the chase began. God. Cookie ran. Fair. Adrian ran. Reasonable. Peanut ran. God. Then everybody else ran too. Fair. The entire beach. Reasonable honestly. Then Cookie turned it into a game. God. The worst possible outcome. Fair. Because puppies love games. Reasonable.

I said. I could hear the soft crisp laughter from across the phone. "No problem. I'll still tell you anything." An hour later, I had made more lemon crinkle cookies than I expected. Rose, Jasmine and Violet had just gone through a series of nosebleeds almost simultaneously, so I made the cookies to make them feel better. They ate their fill, but there were still two jars left over. Gloria refused to eat more, suggesting I take the rest of the cookies to the packhouse. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to share.

I would have to make sure to say far away from them, seeing how I did not know what they did. Mr. Griffen stood in front of us as we stood at the starting line. With a cocky smirk on his face. He looked right at me as he spoke to the group of "newbies," as he called us. I smiled right back at him. "All right, as I said before, other students who passed in previous years will try to make you fail. Also, the five with the slowest times will be disqualified as well. So run fast and think fast. The first thing you do is you must army crawl as fast as you can and select two weapons or tools to help you with this then with the selected items you must scale the twenty-foot wall and make it to the o

Let him stay unaware of the storm pressing its weight against our little word. A storm wearing a dark coat and snow-dusted boots. A stranger who should not have been here. My chest tightened. Strangers didn't belong here. Which meant last night wasn't an accident. --------------------- By seven the bakery was warm again. Heat from the ovens filling the air with the sweet scent of butter and sugar. The village woke slowly, like it always did, quiet and sleepy. Mr Rino hummed as he kneaded dough, flour dusting his beard like powdered snow.

A beaming smile stretched across her face from ear to ear. "Okay..see y." before she could finish, the line went dead. Her smile faltered when she realised he had hung up but only for a moment. She put her smile back on, determined to make it up to him today. After making the call, she tied up her hair and went straight to the kitchen. There is nothing that pumpkin pie can't fix. She gathered the ingredients to make the best pumpkin pie for him. By the time she was done, it was already 10:10. She quickly scribbled a sorry on it with white cream and added gummies to its sides. Once she was finished with the decoration, she sighed in content and hoped he liked it too.

The Main Street had lights strung overhead along with a pumpkin themed banner proclaiming the approaching Fall Fest in three weeks. The smell of fresh bread and pastries wafted in through Amerie’s half down windows. The town looked alive with people milling from store to store. Children flocked to the farmer’s stand with pumpkins to taste the kettle corn and caramel apples. People noticed the unfamiliar car and looked at her curiously, but they all smiled and waved a welcome. She smiled back and flipped her long braid behind her as she pulled her 4Runner into a parking spot. She climbed out and slung her black tote bag over her shoulder. A chilly breeze whipped past her, making her thankful

He couldn’t hear what they were saying but new it couldn’t be good. The waitress brings Mack the box and the check. When Mack opened the box there was a note in the bottom. Written was one word in all capital letters. “RUN!” Mack put the pie in and laid a $50.00 down on the table. “Keep the change.” He yells over to the waitress and heads for the door. He makes it to his truck and pulls open the door when he hears Shaba’s voice. “You smell like a rogue, but you don’t look like one.” She says. “I was recently banned from my pack.” He says calmly setting the pie down.

"Oh no." She ran to the oven and yanked it open. Smoke billowed out, setting off the fire alarm with an ear-splitting shriek. The cookies—if they could still be called that—were black. Not dark brown. Not overdone. Black. Like charcoal. Like they'd been excavated from Pompeii. And they were on fire. Small flames danced across the surface of several cookie-lumps, and the smoke was getting thicker. Marcelline grabbed the oven mitts and pulled out the baking sheet, nearly dropping it as smoke stung her eyes. She threw it in her freezer closing it back quickly. Such hard work, she couldn't afford to throw it away.

Everything being pumpkin themed, Axel couldn't help but cover his face to my chest as I took my place among the crowd that were more than eager to sample a few of the pies along with the judges. I never did like pumpkin which was why I was advocating in my little gazette that the mayor atleast change the theme for the pies every year. This time it would be pumpkin, the next time strawberry or raspberries or something that had meat for God's sake. "Ailey, mommy, Ailey!" Axel cooed wiggling in my arms as he pointed at a familiar brunette approaching us with a smile. Riley dressed in a large black knee length trench coat and leggings joined us and Axel was more than happy to leave me and jump i

Glancing at the turkey, I furrowed my brow. “That’s a lot,” I laughed. “I told him not to wear it,” Jay said. But Adonis rolled his eyes. “It’s Thanksgiving," he said. “When else can I possibly wear it? “How about not at all?” Jay teased. Here,” Adonis held out the pie to me. “I know you said not to bring anything, but I couldn’t help myself. That’s my gammie’s famous pumpkin pie. It’s to die for.” “Come in,” I smiled at them, taking the pie. “Everyone’s in the parlour.”