Short story
Boys can be princesses too
Girls can be the knight in shining armor too
Break the stereotypes and you'll find a love so beautiful and idyllic.
"Fin, get out of my shirt and off my body. You're literally suffocating me right now, I can't...
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Sitting on a brown wooden bench under a tall Cedar tree, I enjoy the solitude of the scenery in a quiet but old children's park. The cool windy breeze hit my face in a soft caress, making me exhale a lung full of air in contentment.
This is nice, having a break from all the stress feels nice.
Knowing Mr.Chan will need me back at work tomorrow, I took this time for myself, self-care is very important. Having not slept for two days straight, I yawn once more for the thirteenth time today. Studying new recipes for our recent menu does that to you. I have worked hard on this, I hope my sweet treats are to everyone's liking. Mr.Chan was kind enough to accept me into being his baking partner when I only showed up at his shop with a black plastic bag full of clothes and nothing but a high school diploma, that time I could only bake a tray of chocolate cookies but then I improved into full-blown cakes.
A lot of hard work and dedication plays a big role in my success as a well-known baker in town. I have spent day and night, in front of a heated oven sweating my life away, kneading the dough until my arms become weak and mussels stiff, studying the tastebuds of a human tongue so I know what satisfies them more. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
And I can never be more proud of myself. Every time I see someone smiling after they had a taste of my pastries, I feel like a bad bitch.
A wide grin spreads across my face as I take the last smoke of the blunt in my right hand before throwing it away on the wet grass and closing my eyes.
Clicking of heels on the tar pavement sounds through my ears, thinking the woman would just casually pass by I keep my eyes closed, but then a dark shadow looms over my figure and a peachy scent of mixed fruit invades my nostrils.
Slowly opening my eyes, to catch a glimpse of the person.
I find myself looking at a boy, with a bruisedblue eye.
The words escaping his pink-tinted lips leave me astonished. . .
"Take me, please take me."
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But he, that dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose
-Anne Brontë
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