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Everyday Drabbles #244: Tiny Bakeshop

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The popup bakery didn’t exactly make cupcakes. Instead, they made exquisite, miniature versions of larger baked goods.
Their Victoria sponge cakes were dusted with an almost imperceptible layer of the finest powdered sugar customers had ever seen. Their carrot cakes were topped with impossibly small whole carrots. Their black forest gateaus were covered in tiny cherries.
The baker became famous for the delicacy of his work, and was constantly asked for his secret.
No one was allowed in the back of the kitchen, where teams of tiny chefs toiled night and day on the fabulous creations he took credit for.

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Everyday Drabbles #240: Fire Crystal

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“I made a Fire Crystal!” The apprentice held up a faintly glowing orang-red stone.
“Why?” The wizard asked. This was not the response she was hoping for.
“Fire is useful. It gives warmth, light, and comfort.”
“And it also causes pain, injury and ruin, my young apprentice.”
“Should I not have?”
“Remember that artifacts are not the same as spells. They exist separate from your will, and can be used outside your control. You made a tool, but in another person’s hands, that is a weapon.” He pushed up the sleeve of his robe to show her his scars.

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Everyday Drabbles #239: Luxury Lodging

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The house sat in the middle of a serene lake in the veldt. In the first light of sunrise, he sat on the porch sipping coffee, looking out at the unspoiled wilderness.
Mist drifted above the water, forming ghostly shapes in the air. Jewel-toned birds pinwheeled through the air, and on the far shore, a tiger paced restlessly.
The door behind him slid open, and one of the other guests sat down beside him.
“You’re right,” she said. “This is beautiful. But I still think we should find someplace a little less remote for the writers’ retreat next year.”

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Everyday Drabbles #226: The Savile Row Job

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“What the hell are you wearing?” Mickey asked. It was an old argument, and one Lorenzo had been expecting.
“A suit, Mickey.”
“With a white shirt. I told you, black jacket, purple shirt. You look like a banker.”
Lorenzo raised an eyebrow as he took in the rest of the crew. They’d all followed the dress code.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to have a uniform for a heist.”
“You don’t get it, mate. It’s not just pulling the job. We’ve got to have style.”
When the rest of them all got pinched. Lorenzo bailed them out, again.

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Everyday Drabbles #221

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The call rang out across the kingdom.
The dragons, in their airy lairs high in the border mountains heard the news first, and spread it like fire breath throughout the land.
They told the wolf-riders in the Cursed Forest, who spread the word to the Undervillages and the Mire Mines.
They told the knights on the Dire Road, who cried the news from Blightshire to Spikesborogh.
They told the creature in the Black Lake, who gossiped from Lurkington to the very gates of the Towering Fortress.
The Legendary Hero was dead. The people of the Dark Kingdom were safe.

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Everyday Drabbles #210: Sealskin

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Dan found the coat in the back of his mother-in-law’s closet, a week after the funeral. Tabby was still a mess. Her mother had been her only living relative. He took it upon himself to get her house ready for sale.
He’d never seen Ursula wear the sealskin coat, so he added it to the donation pile.
When he saw the story about the live gray seal captured in a charity shop, he thought it a curiosity, but didn’t connect the dots until his wife rushed out to save the poor woman who’d tried on her mother’s skin.

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Everyday Drabbles #207 – The Inspection

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During the inspector’s last visit, the plant had been a disaster area. He gave the owner an ultimatum: Get the plant up to code, or be shut down.
Now, it was like walking through a different building. It was clean, well light, and gleaming with new machinery. But none of it worked. Everything was top of the line, but nothing fit together.
“What does that pipe carry?” he asked, pointing.
“Nothing, it exists for its own sake,” the plant owner said, beaming.
“What? We asked you to modernize. How is this possible?”
“Well, I did you one better. I Postmodernized!”

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