"Princess, is that you?" "I'm sorry, what? You have the wrong number." "It cannot be a wrong number if I dialed a random number." "Does this work on all the ladies?" "More importantly, is it working on you?" "To be determined." [Completed]

"hello, sweet treats bakery at your service. how may i help yo-" "did you know that the first macaron was made in italy?" "uh, no?" "do you have macarons?" "yes, ma'am." "great! i'll order about, 4 dozen. thanks, see you soon." {lower case intended} {highest rank: #159 in short story} © SUNRAYYS

"Hi, welcome to Bittersweet Treats, where even your sweetest dreams come true. My name is Aidan. How can I help you today?" "You sound annoyingly cheerful today." "It's all 'part of the job." "Cool beans." "So, how can I help you?" "I have a complaint about my ice cream." "I'm sorry. What happened to your order?" "It was cold." "..." #885 in short story [completed 12/17/16] [Cover made using photo found on the internet. Original photo doesn't belong to me-all rights go to its original creator]

January Winter's hopes of entering one of her homemade ice cream flavors into New England's 1st Annual Contest are dashed when she realizes she has no way of getting there - until she convinces her stoic coworker, Wyatt, to teach her how to drive.

"who are you?" "it doesn't matter." "uh, it kinda does." "all you need to know is I'm a guy that's your age and goes to your school." "thanks, that narrows it down to about two hundred people."

Everyone knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time you touched. Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate's memories, and would result in an immediate bond and intense fidelity. ----- Soulmates AU illustrated fanfiction

Sometimes the answer can be as simple as a kiss. [extended summary inside]

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly

In which Kiara Bergmann meets a German boy who should've been buried over two hundred years ago. [Extended summary inside] #22 Short Story #115 Humor