This is a story about a girl who own a doughnut shop. Just a regular day in her shop.
I woke up when it was still dark outside. My alarm was screeching loud and I hit it several times before it finally turned off. The wood floor was ice cold on my bare feet. Like usual, it took me several minutes to wake up enough to stand up. I don't know why, I wake up at this time every day. I have too. I need enough time to make the doughnuts.
My apartment is on top of the shop, so I get dressed and walk down the stairs. Throwing my hair up in a sloppy bun, I manage to turn on all the lights with my elbows. I get a bowl of cereal and a cup of orange juice for breakfast and wash my dishes when I finish. Now it's time to start baking.
I tie an apron around my waist and get out all the supplies. Flour, eggs, sugar... check. Shortening, water, milk... got it. I grab a few more things that I need and lay it all out on the counter in my kitchen.
Then I start working. Measuring a bit here, mixing a lot there. Rolling, molding, squishing, fixing, pouring and cooking. I love my job. I mean come on... they're D O U G H N U T S! I make double, triple batches!
Finally, I am able to work on the icing. I'm making a special doughnut today. It will have strawberry pink frosting with sprinkles on top. I'm calling it the "Mummy".
Lately I've been needing to up my game. Around the block there has been a new shop in town. Mr. Cod has opened a store that sells bagels AND doughnuts. He makes them all himself and has been stealing all my customers. I cannot let this happen.
Later, I open my store and a fresh crowd rushes in, hungry for my doughnuts. I sell a bunch quickly. For the first couple hours I don't stop moving between serving, baking, and cleaning. By mid-day however, I slow down quite a bit. No thanks to Mr. Cod.
But, someday, I will take him down. My doughnuts and I will be the only ones in this town. I will be the only person who sells homemade doughnuts.
This is for my mom. Because... DOUGHNUTS.
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RandomThis is where I will put the completely random, has nothing to do with anything stories that I create when I have writers block. I'll put out a stick (or two or three) and write based off what the stick says. Please don't judge me... :)
