Aqua's Amusing or not Short Stories

Miss Muffin's Muffins

* Hi guys! As you all know, this is my first book so don't be expecting something truly amazing and inspiring! Because I'm not one if those fabulous traits... Anyways, I hope you enjoy my short stories and they might be odd and quite off but that's just how I write.. If you don't like it I won't do anything to you.. Or will I?*

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Miss Muffin was very odd.. But at the same time, isn't everyone? Miss Muffin is an extraordinary cook and baker... She really is I swear! But she cannot make one simple and perfect muffin! Miss Muffin cannot make a muffin. Another fact about her is that Miss Muffin worked for a billionaire named Charles Edwards. He just hired her today because Miss Muffin got fired from her old job for making muffins. Of course, Mr.Edwards didn't know that. Miss Muffin didn't know Mr.Edwards ADORED MUFFINS either.. Thats why he picked Miss Muffin! Because she has "Muffin" in her name so she can obviously bake muffins.. Or can she? Mr.Edwards handed Miss Muffin a piece of paper of what he wanted.

"I SIMPLY LOVE HOW I SIMPLY LOVE MUFFINS BECAUSE THEY'RE SO SIMPLE TO EAT AND SIMPLE TO MAKE," He exclaimed passionately, both hands on top of his heart. Right on the top then left on top of right. Miss Muffin kept her head down as he smiled as brightly as the the sun, as shiny as a new car, as overjoyed as a kid on Christmas. She could not let him down now.

"It will be coming right up sir," Miss Muffin mumbled as she walked away closing his bedroom door.

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She sprinted to the kitchen and ran around the humongous pantry Mr.Edwards had. She stared at the rows of stored food ingredients keeping her pointer finger out sliding across the shelves while also crossing out all of her secret ingredients with her black pen.

"Orange Juice, grapes, blueberries, flour, water.." She continued as quickly as her petite legs could run. She placed all the ingredients in the granite island countertop and started making the coffee Mr.Edwards loved! But, not as much as muffins..

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"All done," Miss Muffin smiled proudly at her so called "specialty" of hers and poured coffee to the "#1 Billionaire" mug and placed it on the tray along with the muffins she had baked.

Walking up the stairs was tiring for Miss Muffin but then, saw Mr.Edwards beautifully carved golden bedroom door. She gulped hoping for the best, and opened the door to see Mr.Edwards reading the daily newspaper.

"Here you go sir. I hope it fits your liking," Miss Muffin said while handing the tray to him and scurried away until

"Wait, come and try your muffin with me! I realized I'm not so hungry after all" he smiled cutting half a piece for Miss Muffin and half a piece for him. She nodded heading near him. They started munching on Miss Muffin's muffins at the same time and Miss Muffin immediately spit it out of her mouth and onto the plate but Mr.Edwards did not oddly enough.

"It's quite an odd taste... But I love it," he admitted smiling once again. "Have any more? Because I want my maids, butlers, and everyone else in-between to try this masterpiece." He said pointing his pointer-finger up because that's what pointer-fingers are for. Ideas. And they did eventually try it but also immediately spit it out but smiled nervously. They didn't want to embarrass themselves in front of the astonishing Charles Edwards.