*One shots

Cake

So Taylor and I did this three word challenge, and his is what I got from fabricate, prevent, cover.

(Before the first book)

"No. I don't want to."

"Please? Come on, you know we can do it."

"Steal a whole cake from the bakery? No way." Mare scoffed.

Kilorn whined. "I'm hungry, though."

"Get used to it."

He whined again. "Please?"

"No."

...

Two weeks later he brought it up again. This time, Mare complied because Shade went easy on her when the siblings (minus Gisa) wrestled under the house to avoid the rain and passerby.

When Mare and Shade met up at Kilorn's house, they went right to work. "So did you fabricate a plan to steal it?"

Shade snorted. "Big words for a twelve-year-old no longer at school."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"I don't make trash, I throw it at the Silvers."

"Oh you—" He was about to throw hands when—

"Okay!" Mare screamed, then whispered in a hushed tone. "So here's how we do it. I'll cover for you while you two sneak into the kitchen and get the cake."

"But what cake should we get?"

"The best kind you can find. With cream and goo and the stuff we can't buy." Their mouths watered as she spoke.

They walked the distance, with Mare's hands reaching into pockets and taking coins here and there, with the occasional bracelet.

When they reached the bakery, Mare took out a handfull of coins, and in a very childish way marched through the entrance with Shade and Kilorn in tow.

She took a deep breath, and whispered, "Ready?" They nodded.

She shrieked, slightly shaking the tiny building as many approached her. The two boys slipped behind the counter quietly, with no one to prevent them from pulling the biggest stunt to date.

Shade and Kilorn marveled at the treats as they inspected them, overhearing Mare sniffling about a rat she thought she saw. Quickly, they snagged the biggest cake they could find, and rushed out the back door when they heard footsteps getting louder.

Even though she was a child—a little one at that too, no special treatment was given to her and she had to buy a stale loaf of bread in order to not arouse suspicion.

Mare wiped away her fake tears and ran to meet the boys at Kilorn's house. They layed down for a while, glancing from the door to the cake. For a second, they admired their genius and quick hands before tearing through the gooey pastry.

Granted, the cake was fairly small and crumbly, but the trio never had tasted anything so sweet and delicious. 

And done. I have to say I am very proud of the line "I don't make trash, I throw it at the Silvers."

This is the third writer typing, and have a good day🙂