Hetaliatypists

Synopsis: He knew what he signed up for when he put on the blue uniform. But nothing could’ve prepared him for this. He did everything by the book. And yet, for the first time in his career, he’s responsible for a failed hostage situation. While he faces the aftermath of devastating guilt knowing he couldn’t save an innocent life, he spirals down a path of self-destruction. You’ve just returned from France after studying patisserie, and you immediately notice. He turned back to smoking. Drank more. Talked less. Unable to watch him lose himself, you encouraged him to take on new hobbies as a distraction. He has no idea where to begin until he eats a dessert you left for him in the fridge. He never mixed well with kitchens, but maybe, just maybe, he could surprise himself, and you. Wordcount: 4,998 Warning: Light gore in the beginning. Proceed with caution. It was meant to be a peaceful night. Mille feuille The vibrant pulsing of red and blue forced him to squint. But there was

Anybody would have loved the sound of living in the fine European countryside. You certainly did, having dreamed of owning a cozy cottage surrounded by nothing but miles of lavish, green valleys, or forests astir with wildlife. And in a way, your wish was granted. But like every other story, there was a sick twist to the wishing part. Moving out of the city and into the isolated parts of the country was never your decision. It was more of a decision made by money, or lack of it, anyway. Ever since your dad got into that accident, you had been taking as much as you could out of your savings to help support the family. Luckily, your mother had a thing for hand-made jewelry. Making necklaces and earrings for a living in a picturesque home? That must have been a dream come true. Unfortunately, reality had a thing for ruining just about everything. For starters, it wasn't the most convenient place to settle down in. There were only three buses a day to the nearest town, which also