Gingerbread Stories

Slamming the door in Justin Arlington's face wasn't exactly the best way to greet the real estate mogul. He had connections, and she didn't. Angelique DeCoeur knew she had to sell her grandmother's Victorian gingerbread house, but she wanted the chance to restore it first. As a journeyman carpenter reworking classic homes was her specialty. Finding a treasure trove of antiques and a locked jewelry box in the attic were the first steps toward her dream, but the journal turned her life upside down. As Angelique adjusts to the new truths of her life, can she meet the insane timetable she set, save her renovation project, and her sanity? Can Justin dodge her flying hammer and win her heart? This is a TEGSA2026 entry. 0the amazing cover is done by @lupe6583v on Wattpad. Thank you for your beautiful work.

Also the prologue to a much larger story. Innocence and love is the heart of the story; two things this world seems to have forgotten...

A fourth-grade boy likes a girl one grade ahead, but has fears of someone else trying to date her first. The boy has a plan to finally get noticed, but will she say yes?

I'm soaked in icing!

Hey! I don't suggest reading this unless you are really interested in reading rants about random stuff like potatoes and lawn flamingoes... JUST A WARNING. TURN BACK NOW IF YOU WANT... Cuz duh. I highly recommend it. Turn around...every now and then I get a little bit lonely... Haha~~~~~~~don't judge me, I'm hopped up on candy right now~~~~~~~~

Beauty So fragile and striking A wordless wonder That softens the hardest hearts of men And steals the words out of the most loquacious women It gives you an image We ingrain into our memories Tatoo to our chests Imprint into our minds Beast Traipsing through our flowery memories Only to leave waste Your self confidence and joy stolen from right under your nose By a virus that just won't quit spreading A tumour that just keeps growing A cancer that ravages ruthlessly We soon start comparing everything to this form We start labelling things varying degrees of beauty We start molding ourselves and others into this commonly accepted notion of beauty It becomes a religion A cult If you do not fit their definition of beautiful You are shunned Frowned upon Labelled as ugly, but who are we to chose who is ugly and who is not? If we were all made in Gods image then surely we are Flawless? We don't think so You don't think so We become trapped in the tormenting black hole of our poisoned thoughts Like sitting in a empty room without any other form of life We start thinking we already don't count as life So why not make it official? I fear one day the miniscule strength we have to put down that blade will be gone. Vanished into oblivion And we will hit the ground never to get up again Like fallen stars in a b black sky This is not only my struggle but yours Some have it harder than others But at the end of the day aren't we all on the same boat? We are the oppressed Oppressed by society Oppressed by our thoughts And unfortunately oppressed by these so called comrades All that is left of us are the scarce remnants of a once mighty army Proud warriors The beast stole all our fight with the excuse of beauty Because they are one in the same Beauty is the Beast

[Completed] She was leaving on Christmas night. That was until he waltzed in.

In this book, get to know each of my ocs! Also, in the comments below, feel free to rp with any of them!

A story about two gingerbread men who are alive

This is a descriptive essay about the Christmas times in my country and my house.

Time will tell how much you mean to me. 6:36 PM

Cute and funny

In a life-time of nobodies, and nothing... a group of friends lean on each other for support as they battle their everyday lives. Trust and hope grow stronger between them as they must steady their shaking hands and shattering worlds.

I have no idea

Some story's are just false. This is Gunther's wacky adventure with maturity and coming to a conclusion about what familial love really is.

shrek and lord farquaad get together 😫💅

"This is Perfecto Prince Pizza. How may I be of assistance?" "Inferno Prawns what? Hold up. Your voice doesn't sound like a male one." "Of course it does not. Unless I have grown testicles overnight." ○ ○ ○ In which a frosty Xmas merges with a slice of pizza, creating the perfect combination, through one wrongly dialled number. ○ ○ ○ A pizza surely complements a Christmas dinner, the magic is only amplified, with love, laughter, happiness and a Christmas tree already decorated, plus a Yule log begging to be eaten.