- With the two entries below, I have a total of 63 CCs;
I'd like to purchase an item from the shop!
Username: Wyrd
Item(s) You'd Like to Purchase: Custom
Total Cost of Candy Canes: 45
Username: Wyrd
Item(s) You'd Like to Purchase: Custom
Total Cost of Candy Canes: 45
Entry for Christmas Sweater;;
Entry for Writing Contest;;
It is a dreary day before Christmas, with the sky clouded over, and not a speck of snow on the frozen winter ground. In this setting, our protagonist, a young, irritable rainbow paint wolf is trudging down the sidewalk. They don't seem to be enjoying the lack-luster attitude of the barren houses the line the paved street, for they're wearing a frown. A few other RPWs pass our main character without so much as a glance. Sighing, maybe in annoyance, maybe in disappointment, the RPW mutters under their breath about the lacking spirit of Christmas as they entered their humble abode.
Flicking on the lights, the RPW set down their jacket on the couch in the warm toned living room before moving on through a small hallway into the kitchen. With a glimmer in their eye, the RPW pauses at the refrigerator. Delicately with a paw, they touch a sticky note left on the fridge's face. Almost as if it were painful to touch, the RPW flinches backwards from the sticky note, and throws open the door to the fridge. After digging around in the various drawers and levels within the fridge, the RPW whips the door shut, arms full of various cooking necessities. Nearly tripping onto their face with not a lot of grace, the RPW mutters a curse under their breath as they carefully set down the eggs, milk, cream cheese, and other assorted materials. Without a hesitation, they twist on their toes, coming to face the counter and cabinets behind them. Reaching up, they open the cabinets, and shuffle miscellaneous food around as their search became more fervent. Blind paws push boxes about. A clattering noise follows as the RPW falls backwards, knocked over by a torrent of misplaced boxes and bags.
Shaking their head, the RPW scoops up an armful of flour, cinnamon, baking soda, chocolate chips, and sugar. Setting those down next to the other materials they had gathered earlier, the RPW rubs their eyes, as if about to cry. Drawing their shoulders together, and bringing their face back to being stoic, they shuffle over to the oven, and set the temperature to the temperature that they'd been using ever since they had been taught to bake.
Letting out a breath that was mournful, the RPW fetches the assorted bowls, mixers, beaters, and other baking essentials. Also setting those down on the island in the center of the green kitchen, they take a seat and set it at the island. Sitting down with a long, rough sigh, the RPW gazes up at the ceiling, trembles once, blinks hard, and immediately stands back up. Getting to the task at hand, the RPW's face becomes guarded again.
Flour meets sugar and milk and brown sugar, and anything else that the RPW considers necessary for the making of Christmas cookies. Beating the ingredients together, the RPW flinches just a tad as the oven announces its readiness for cooking. Biting the inside of their lip as if it were physically painful to put the tray of cookies into the oven, the RPW mutters something, and returns to whipping up more Christmas goodies.
The sun changes the sky's color to a blood red crimson and a royal purple as the day closes. The RPW remains indoors, but their cooking work is done for the night. They sit, surrounded by the glow of indoor lights, with the faintest trail of a tear on their cheek. Breathing raggedly, the RPW stands up, collects the various baked goodies that sit on the counter. Some of the containers are still warm as they pick them all up, and the RPW makes an effort to ignore the warmth that floods their paws. Exiting the door, they eye that one sticky note on the fridge. That one note that will always remain, with its vivid orange background, cursive writing in Sharpie, and with the handwriting that the RPW longed to see used once more.
'Dearest, I'm sorry for leaving so early. I'm leaving this here so you remember that we've signed up to the the annual Christmas baking for the school. I know you're not too good with that, but I'll be there to help.'
-XOXO
-quick note;; if you have any questions regarding the backstory behind this, I'd love to explain. ono;;-
