She said she was going to put the chocolate — pieces, not fudge — in a mason jar. A mason jar. Who puts solid chocolate in a mason jar? 186 more words
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I balance on the rickety wooden stool and pull the tarnished shortbread tin, and about ten years worth of grime, from the top of my wardrobe. 268 more words
Look at the picture below and write a 100 word story. It really is that simple.
If you care to share, either post a link to your story in the comments, or post the whole story. 9 more words