For Erica

Sep 07, 2008 03:29

Luckily, my mother was a damn fine pastry chef. She could make anything out of sugar, flour, and three hours, and when my bastard father left her for another man, she put to use the only marketable skill she had. We moved into the city and lived above the bakery. The kitchen in the back always smelled of sweet, baking deliciousness and would waft ( Read more... )

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gypso_child September 10 2008, 16:24:02 UTC
FUCK.

I haven't had the time to be on lately, and I didn't see this I'm so so so so so sorry I FAIL SO HARD and need more sleep, argh.

I can't go back to my dorm until after 7:25 tonight, but as soon as I am home I will be reading this and freaking out at you, oh my god I fail so hard. *kicks self*

HOWEVER. You still haven't read my vampire story, have you lol? NEENER NEENER. We will get better at this! I have faith we will! ♥♥

love you, :D

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monascreams September 11 2008, 00:33:48 UTC
It's okay sweetie. I'm mostly joking.

lovelovelove

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sparklygal1989 September 12 2008, 04:24:53 UTC
OMG, is this the Tell Tale Heart cupcake style? It's amazing, though, Abbxe. You're such a talented writer. Creepy, but talented.

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reversedhymnal September 12 2008, 09:05:35 UTC
Oh holy wow. *dazed* Your words pack a punch, my friend! You write so beautifully descriptive, it was absolutely glorious to read, and I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to. ♥ Especially at the end, when he was eating the fleshcake! Augh, it was so real, I could feel myself cringe, I loved it! :D

AWESOME BEBE YOU ARE FANTASTIC!!

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monascreams September 12 2008, 23:39:40 UTC
*embarrassed half smile shrug*

yay!

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