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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,025
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Original recipes
"We are totally holding hands right now" Cassie scribbled with immature handwriting on the picture she had made combining high priest's and mayor's campaign posters. They both had a pleasant smile that showed of unrealistic set of white teeth. It was a pity she couldn't publish this in her paper, but she supposed it was enough to plaster it on the statue in the marketplace. It wouldn't stay there long, but many people would have time to see it before it was ripped away.
She would have to make a copy of this and add it in her secret collection. Her cooking skills were notorious, so no one would look twice in her thick, food stained folder that said "Original recipes by Miss C" on the cover. She had made precautions, though. Making the illusion was relatively simple and if anyone opened the folder, they would see a repertory of her worst disasters in kitchen.
At times she checked the illusions if she wanted to get rid of some eager admirer. There was no better anti-love potion than good old salt and black pepper beer served with a warm smile and cold peach and tuna pie. She added a sing-song "enjoy" only if the man was particularly sleazy. Sometimes she wondered why women wrote to her to ask magical advice on men. She didn't dare to share her mundane tricks, though. No man admitted on reading her paper, but when she had written the article "How to know he is interested in you" there were bunch of men who tried every part of her list on her.
Sometimes when she was bored she wrote an article about men's fashion which brought hilarious results. Her favorite was the trend caused by her article "It’s not the carriage that says the most about a man, it’s his handbag". She had illustrated the article with a pink, fluffy purse held by a known socialite, Mister Max Lancer. He was standing on a cliff with a steady eye on the horizon, his muscles visibly bulging under a black shirt that was revealing part of his chest. His trousers were form hugging leather and the handbag was dangling from his arm casually. His usually immaculate hair was slightly ruffled by the breeze. Text under the picture was in bold letters and said "Ready to explore the uncharted territory".
She would have to make a copy of this and add it in her secret collection. Her cooking skills were notorious, so no one would look twice in her thick, food stained folder that said "Original recipes by Miss C" on the cover. She had made precautions, though. Making the illusion was relatively simple and if anyone opened the folder, they would see a repertory of her worst disasters in kitchen.
At times she checked the illusions if she wanted to get rid of some eager admirer. There was no better anti-love potion than good old salt and black pepper beer served with a warm smile and cold peach and tuna pie. She added a sing-song "enjoy" only if the man was particularly sleazy. Sometimes she wondered why women wrote to her to ask magical advice on men. She didn't dare to share her mundane tricks, though. No man admitted on reading her paper, but when she had written the article "How to know he is interested in you" there were bunch of men who tried every part of her list on her.
Sometimes when she was bored she wrote an article about men's fashion which brought hilarious results. Her favorite was the trend caused by her article "It’s not the carriage that says the most about a man, it’s his handbag". She had illustrated the article with a pink, fluffy purse held by a known socialite, Mister Max Lancer. He was standing on a cliff with a steady eye on the horizon, his muscles visibly bulging under a black shirt that was revealing part of his chest. His trousers were form hugging leather and the handbag was dangling from his arm casually. His usually immaculate hair was slightly ruffled by the breeze. Text under the picture was in bold letters and said "Ready to explore the uncharted territory".