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*New Story*—‘WISH PIE’(Also, a huge thank you to BlueMallowMelt for the prompt)

She was going to make another ‘wish-pie’.

Making a ‘wish-pie’ meant only one thing in Angie’s world – ‘SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN!’

Whenever things would start to go catastrophically wrong in her life, which by the way wasn’t a lot, and there was nothing much left other than to just live through it; she automatically decides to eat her way through the whole mess.

Being one of the very responsible (read boring) people, usually, she doesn’t allow things to go that bad, but of course, the girl’s got to live and have some fun as well and also, there exists enough entropy in the universe which can end up ruining everything your life has been with a mere fluttering of a perfectly innocent (or not, who knows) butterfly.

Anyways.

She had made ‘wish-pie’ only twice in her life so far; first was when she wanted perfect scores in her SATs; second was when she didn’t want to meet her three-week old boyfriend’s parents and guessing by the fucked up situation, this is going to be the third time.

Wondering whose cat she ran over? Funny you should ask, wait till I tell you. But first, let’s get this ‘wish-pie’ out of the way.

Now, ‘wish-pie’ wasn’t a magical pie which could grant wishes (or could, I don’t know); when Angie turned sixteen her granny shared her biggest secret of turning a bad time into somewhat bearable (yes, only bearable; she wasn’t a witch guys, if you are going there) and that big secret was a pie recipe.

According to her granny’s tip; eat this only when you are in the middle of some serious stinky shit and make a very simple wish which could make your problem easier if not vanish completely.

Repeat that wish while making the pie, while eating it, while cleaning your kitchen over and over and over again. Sing the damn wish on a loop like a stuck tape recorder and voila, the next day, if you are lucky, your prayers will be answered (I know, it doesn’t sound full-proof, but desperate times need desperate measures).

Angie had her prayers answered both the times before; she had wished for perfect scores; she got near-perfect scores. Second time she wished that his parents’ flight would get cancelled and it got super-delayed (there was a tornado warning) and she was able to break up with him in time.

Now, all her hopes were on this cheesy, heart-stroke generating, fat filled piece of dough which was extremely delicious by the way. No surprise that granny died from heart failure which wasn’t a good indication of her future, but now she had real problems to deal with.

The disaster at hand this time is (guys, this is seriously bad) that she is pregnant (wait, this isn’t all of it) and she don’t know who the father is (wait, there’s more) and the father might be her boss’s boss (I know how this sounds, but it’s not like that) or her best friend whom she isn’t even attracted to (No, it’s not like that either).

So, what do you think? Yeah, she should start making that pie right away. I think so too.

And so for the whole day, all she shouted, sang, rapped, rhymed, muttered, whispered was ‘I AM NOT HAVING A BABY’.

Simple enough, right?


Word Count- 533. Please, bear with all the mistakes (grammatical/typos), if any, I did the best I could. Looking forward to hear your thoughts.

You all are most welcome to join the 26 X 26 Writing Challenge!

I will see you tomorrow with a Christmas themed word-prompt starting from alphabet ‘Q’, until then keep warm & write.

Come, join me in this challenge and say goodbye to this year on a strong note. Cheers!


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