Biscuits Stories

In the early 19th Century, Prague’s streets are cold and cobbled. The astronomical clock chimes on the hour and life goes by as it should. Puppet theatres have always been a big part of the Czech culture and Anna and her uncle rely on them for a living. Anna has always made puppets, always been to see the shows and always had them in her life. It’s just the way it always has been. But what happens when the curtains go down and at night the puppets dance on the stage, when people are being murdered, when a ghost and mysterious magician appear?

Basically this story is about the same just with three new characters in it I worked really hard on it and I hope you enjoy it!! The person who inspired me to do this and made the anime was 👉YOSHIHIRO TOGASHI👈 The first one is a zoldyck sibling, or is she really? What else could there be about her? The second one seems normal or is she? And third one is doing the same as gon, are they related??!! Read the story to find out...... I promise you won't regret it!

just random stuff and unicorns like me lol

They stared at each other. "This table is taken," Hermione said. "I was here first," Draco replied, which was impressive, considering Hermione had been there for twenty minutes. Before either could escalate into a full argument, Madam Pince appeared like an angry ghost. "QUIET," she hissed. Startled, Draco knocked over his bag. Out spilled parchment, a quill, and-most shockingly-a small tin of homemade biscuits. Hermione blinked. "Are those... biscuits?" Draco went pale. "No." "They look like biscuits." "They're not for eating," he said quickly. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "So they're for... decoration?" Draco sighed. "My mum sent them. She thinks I don't eat enough." Hermione stared. Then, very traitorously, she laughed. Draco scowled. "You're enjoying this." "Just a little," she said, still smiling. "Malfoy, defeated by baked goods."

there was a time when people from all over the world would come to the land of Louden where the king and queen of the land were cruel but loved by all, with magic from grand wizard giving them a ring when there first born was brought to the world this ring had a spell on it with a discussion that said you will be loved and where you belong on it but that was a long time ago before the night of the red moon and took the queen and king away from the princes and she was taken by her grandmother far away

A rom-com 'meet cute' between a florist and barista 🌷☕💌 #1 in 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ♡

I'm just writing my own way that markiplier found Tiny Box Tim known as his little biscuit! This will be a small book! Enjoy!

updated semi weekly i would assume- just for funsies- i've never read the books only watched the amazing show

A short story I wrote about Willmer's morning routine. Tea always comes first!

A short piece roughly inspired by a dream of my own, exploring sleep paralysis and a light nod to Henry Fuseli's 'The Nightmare'. I will present it live at The Edinburgh Book Festival on the 15th of August with the Citizen Collective writing group.

This story is about being lazy to ask first before you decide and it shows how important is to ask first and to read information and instructions.

Wait this is a rant book what do I say here omg throw me out I'm trash

A Jam-Stained Chronicle of Crumbs, Socks, and Unyielding Honkery In a house ruled by tea, biscuits, and the occasional glitter explosion, one noble goose rises-not out of ambition, but out of sheer, glorious mischief. This is not the story of heroes as you know them. This is the legend of Code 13, a feathered fiend of flamboyant finesse whose reign spans laundry rebellions, breakfast treaties, and sock operas so dramatic even the curtains weep jam. Welcome to a world where dogs wear ruffles, gnomes hold diplomatic sway, and Granny-ever the biscuit queen-conducts order with spoons and sass. These fifty bite-sized Files were collected with crumbs, stitched with laughter, and launched into the sky like glitter-coated biscuits with wings. Through every page, you'll discover the absurd, the tender, and the utterly ridiculous-each honk a celebration of creativity, resilience, and the everyday magic of rebellion through kindness. Whether it's jam-fuelled rockets, diplomatic teacups, or broomstick ballet, this saga salutes the whimsical hearts that never stop mischief-making, no matter the weather... or the laundry schedule. So, tuck in, dear reader. The toast is warm, the socks are mismatched, and the goose is waiting. Let the biscuit mayhem begin. This book is for anyone who's ever bent a rule, worn a mismatched sock, or loved a goose too much. Welcome to the world of Code 13-simple in style, rich in mischief.

I worked on these for 20 years. Now they're ready for the world to see.

Welcome to Brush of the Cat, a story woven from soft fur, quiet moments, and the kind of love that lingers long after the brushing is done. This book began at a desk by the window, where Angel-my long-haired grey muse-curled beside me, and Boots-my short-haired grey companion-watched with knowing eyes and a twitch of his tail. Together, we've turned everyday rituals into gentle adventures. Brushing Angel isn't just grooming-it's connection, memory, and magic. It's where stories begin, where old friends are remembered, and where new ones find their place. This book is for anyone who's ever paused to listen to a purr, followed a sprinkle trail, or found comfort in the quiet company of a beloved pet. It's dedicated to Angel, to Boots, to Silver Boy and Ali, and to the readers who walk with us through the Tunnel of Treats and beyond. Come sit by the window. The brush is ready. The story begins.

Rust a book of recipes that I might find interesting and/or good

nishi walks into the nice humble cafe for the first time, not knowing what to expect they look around confused. until Nishi looks to the corner and makes eye contact with someone... a Raven haired tall barista wearing a brown sweater and old grunge like jeans, their brown pinecone orbs stare straight into nishi light coffee eyes, in that moment something felt like it clicked. could this be fate? (kinda made this story late at night my friend for funnies)