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Write a fable & win a free Magic Dust!
Starting August 16, five new Magic Dusts will be joining the Lime Crime family: Mischief Managed, Abracadabra, Top Hattie, Cupcake Thief, and Troubadour. Just to keep things interesting, three of these will be exclusive to limecrimemakeup.com. :)
We love it when you come up with stories for our colors! We did a similar vignette-writing contest for our lipsticks a year ago, and it was a blast!
TO ENTER
- Write a 1-2 paragraph fable inspired by one of the 5 colors and post it in comments. Doing more than one improves your chances at winning!
- Fables DON’T have to be about eyeshadow/makeup, but must convey the playful spirit of Lime Crime! See example below.
- Five winners will be picked on August 15th (one for each color).
PRIZES
- Have your story published on the LimeCrimeMakeup.com
- Win a free magic dust of your choosing (ships no later than Sept 6)
EXAMPLE
“Fairy Wings”
Fiona was ashamed of them. She hid them under her shirt, tucked them behind a bra, and even tried to bind them against her body. If anyone else had them, they weren’t this big. Such were her thoughts when she heard plaintive cries of a kitten and horrified gasps coming from a crowd. The house was engulfed in flames with the kitten perched on a pipe on the third floor, as the helpless owners stood beneath. As the neighborhood looked on, Fiona unfurled her wings for the first time. As she descended with the rescued kitten in her arms, she knew there was no shame in being a fairy.
You have until August 15 to submit your entry. Show us what you’ve got!!!
omg I love them all!!! must add to my collection LOL
TOP HAT
Hattie was a girl who knew what she wanted – and Hattie wanted to be a star. Hattie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, remembering. For years, she struggled as a stage hand and an understudy. She trained tirelessly into the night, singing and dancing, with her neighbors banging on the ceiling the whole time. “Keep it down!” they would yell. But now, Hattie would never keep it down again. She opened her eyes and adjusted her top hat as the curtain rose in front of her. A new star twinkled over Broadway as Hattie stepped forward and began to sing.
wumples Reply:
August 3, 2010 at 12:19 pm
-ahem- This is for Top Hattie. Good job, wumples! >.<
“Cupcake Theif”
She didn’t know what to do. She felt as if she was being restrained from her true wants. She was a model. Glamorous? No. She wanted to bake. And taste the sugar in the sweet pastries and pies she would create from nothing. She wanted to know how to be good at something that really matters. She wanted to taste the true flavors of life. She was doing Marc Jacobs in Fashion Week. A dream. Not for her. When she got to the end of the runway, she took off. She kept going. She walked into her fairy tale.
Retrofuturist
Sienna wove swiftly through the tightly woven trees – a lady of the night – woman of darkness. Felling the evening breeze flutter through her long, flowing hair. She was on a mission, unsure of where she was going, but knowing what she wanted. It was clear in her mind, clear and deep in her thoughts. It pulled her forward towards her destination, a pulse of longing. She just had to reach to the other side.
The trees were growing sparser and farther apart now, a path was opening up for her up ahead, in two long leaps she was onto it. She broke through the trees and into a clearing. She was almost there, almost where she wanted top be. She heard a noise, but didn’t look, it wasn’t important – not now. She was almost within reach, she could see her goal. In the middle of the clearing sat a lone cloaked figure. She approached with rapid speed, but came to a close a mere 5 feet away. She came to see that the figure was a young girl with a small gold chest. The girl opened the chest and in it was a tube of lip stick. Not just any lipstick, Retrofuturist, the lipstick which belonged to the goddess of love. Sienna took this as a sign, it was meant to be. The lipstick was handed over with no hesitation. The Cloaked girl dropped her hood to reveal herself to Sienna. She was the goddess of love personally delivering the Retrofuturist. Sienna’s hard work, persistence, and never giving up on her goal is what she admired most and won her the prize.
Ps: I accidentally posted this a few minutes earlier on the wrong post, it accidentally went on the lip stick one for last year, I read the date wrong.
Amanda Casey Reply:
August 3, 2010 at 12:29 pm
Ignore that story actually, I messed it up, lol.
1.
Over my lap now!
What?
You heard me!
(order obeyd)
Next time, try harder to disguise your tracks my little Cupcake Thief.
2.
And i recieved your letters and all I want to do is to burn your wings up. I envy those women that sees you on stage every night in every city.
Fly, fly a little higher. But come home to me my dear Troubador.
3.
Your Mischieving Managing me are only making me to try harder. All I ever need is your attention, so I go in the shower and imaging you give it all to me. Again.
4.
Abracadabra. You can not talk, you can not hide. Abracadabra. I am going to slip inside. Abracadabra. Are my magic working on you? When I am looking at you with my big baby blue?
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And there I have to run to reach work. I appologize my bad english, since my native language is norwegian.
Have a nice day.
Cupcake Thief
When the young and newly-married couple moved into the cul-de-sac, every family on the street stopped by to welcome them. And to warn them. The young Mrs. Woodburn was never, EVER, under any circumstances, to leave her baked goods cooling on her windowsill. “She moves like a shadow!” Mrs. Johnson cried. “She leaves without a trace!” moaned Mrs. Williams.
But Mrs. Woodburn was a blue ribbon winning cupcake baker, and she knew her cupcakes could never cool properly in her steamy kitchen. ‘I’ll just leave them there for a moment. I won’t even take my eyes off them!’ she thought to herself. At least, she tried not to take her eyes off them. A loud noise in the backyard prompted her to run for the back door, and by the time she returned, not a single cupcake remained. There was only a faded pink ribbon left on the windowsill. Mrs. Woodburn knew she had been visited by the cupcake thief.
This ends on my birthday! Makes it even more exciting. :D
Cupcake Thief:
A little pink bow bounced along the side of the polka-dotted colored table as the cupcake thief sought out her next victim. All you could see was a rush of soft pink as a little tutu rushed the table covered in the biggest, tastiest cupcakes you’ve ever seen. She sat there, covered in rose scented frosting, plotting her next move.
Troubadour-
Music. Whether sweet and soft symphonies, intricate harmonies or challenging discords, there was nothing else quite like it. Melody had been destined to be a musical girl- her parents sensed it early on and even named her after the art that would come to define her. It was the soundtrack of life, and she whiled away the hours practicing her violin, daydreaming of the composers and troubadours of medieval times. On her first day playing in the orchestra, she nervously sat at her chair, violin in lap. Her eyes caught those of the handsome cello player opposite, and her heart fluttered. She knew then that music was not the only thing that could make her heart fly, and her soul sing. Her troubadour was here.
CUPCAKE THIEF
Samantha ran as fast as she could through the streets, carefully holding her prize. She headed to her favorite hiding spot, a small park in the middle of the city. Breathing hard, she dropped onto one of the benches and unwrapped her treat. The cupcake sat in front of her, its pale pink icing matching her fluffy dress. She smiled and bit into it, reveling in the thrill of the stolen pastry. The Cupcake Thief had struck again!
CUPCAKE THIEF
I mean, it’s not that bad really, she thought to herself. It is not as if she was stealing a car or robbing a bank. She gazed at it through the crystal clear window. It was divine. She could almost taste the moist white cake and the sweet butter cream frosting. The best part, however, its beauty, it was the most perfect shade of baby pink, sprinkled with a myriad of colorful candy crystals. Then there was the shiny blue and silver paisley cup it was in…she couldn’t take it anymore.
She opened her pocket book once more as if money would appear a second time, nothing. Slowly, she crept into the boutique and reached her hand into the display window. She lifted the cupcake up with care…no one noticed her. She turned and left the store and skipped down the street, a cupcake thief.
“Mischief Managed”
The money was too good to just leave in the iron safe, and Gisela knew greed better than her best shopping friend. She was a clever gal, sneaking past security guards and lasers like a butterfly. Then something strange happened when she approached the green: It glittered. She touched the bills and the vanished in a sparkle.
“Drat,” she cursed, her purple lips in a pout. “Well, you can’t win them all.”
She was beautiful. With her gorgeous, long, wavy hair and a blue feather tucked behind her ear. Everyday she would stand in the center of the busiest part of town and sing the songs she composed out of thin air. She lived in the moment;singing of the happiest and saddest moments of life. Her music rose into the sky and left everybody starstruck. Everybody knew her…Trudy the towns beautiful trubadour.
Desirea Reply:
August 4, 2010 at 9:10 am
this is for trubadour
It was THE day, it was time to enter the room for her first exam ever since she joined the academy and she struggled with her own self-confidence since she was definitely the loser in class. All the other girls did a much better job on herbalism, metamorphosis and magic potions. Her mother put all her trust into her this morning when she was about to leave: ‘When I was a young witch I was just like you, absolutely excited and afraid I couldn’t make it. Your grand-mother then gave me a little sack that contained mysterious magic powder, it had the colour of love, passion and eternity, simply indescribable. She dipped one of her fingers into the sack and blew a small amount of that pink powder into my face and I immediately felt vivid and my self-confidence was about to explode. And you know what? Now it’s time to give you the chance to discover the magic yourself’. With those words spoken she handed her the little sack over.
‘Violet? Please enter the room to take part in your final test’ Just right before entering the hall she took the little sack out of her beg and did exactly the same as her mother. ‘Abracadabra!’
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I’m not a native speaker, so.. lol
Mischief Managed
Jumping through the tall grass, running from the evil that chased behind her, Eve hoped she would make it back home safe and sound. She looked back over her shoulder as she ran through the fields. When she turned her head back, she lost her footing and found herself tumbling onto the ground. She saw the shadows approach her and just as she was about to lose hope, the magical flowers of colors more than 20, carried her away and managed the mischief. Eve laughed and giggled and she rode down the garden.
This story is for cupcake thief.
Detective Lanwin frowned as he read the newest headline of his electronic newsreader, “The Cupcake Thief Has struck Again”. The nickname chosen for her by the media was appropriate since the blurry picture taken of her by a security camera. The only visible part the mask showed was her closed eyes showing her lovely pink eyeshadow that sparked beautifuly with the cupcake in her hand. Now thanks to that picture the eye color has become popular and all the girls wear it.
Brittany Reply:
August 3, 2010 at 1:08 pm
Oops I accidentally hit the enter key instead of the delete key! So I guess I’ll go with this story anyway. I still had one more sentence to go, so I’ll add it onto here. Thats okay I hope.
—-Detective Lanwin has come to the conclusion he may never catch this elusive and brilliant woman and whats more he may never know why she loves cupcakes so much.
HI Doe, I’m from Brazil, can i participate???
ahhh i saw this video and i remember of u > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEYQsg6Z5m0&feature=PlayList&p=AEC68856EB428EC7&playnext=1&index=13
Hope u like ^^
Cupcake Thief
Her eyes twinkled. Her hair sparkled.
She laughed a mischievous laugh as she pranced down the street.
The rings on her fingers glimmered. The bells on her shoes tinkled.
Everyone was enchanted by her dancing feet.
There on the corner, she spied the pastry shop.
Everyone gazed, yet no one cried, “Stop!”
With a sigh of delight, people watched in disbelief,
as she spun on the spot and declared,
“I am the Cupcake Thief!”
Mischief Managed
“Be quiet!” Luna whispered.
“Why?” inquired her sister. “They won’t hear us!”
With a giggle, Katie ran out from behind their hiding spot beside the dustbins. Luna glanced around, then quickly followed her sister.
The big, round moon gazed down upon the two, as the girls took off their long coats to reveal sparkling green dresses. They stood quite silently still, until all of a sudden, they began their dance.
Even though there was no music, their laughter, as sparkling as their dresses, provided enough sound to keep them happy.
Twirling, skipping, swaying and dipping, the sisters left behind a shimmery mist in their wake.
In the morning, when the people of the city began waking up, and the earliest risers were already out, Luna and Katie’s message had been left loud and clear. In the middle of the road, spelled out in shimmering green pixie dust, were the words, “Mischief Managed.”
Little Cindy awoke early in the morning with a smile on her face. She heard the familiar clinking and clashing of her moms spoon stirring batter and pooring it into the cupcake pan. Sitting on her bed she soon smells the warm, sweet smell, of pure deliciousness following by the timer going off. The rest of the day she watches as they cool and her mom frosts them and awaits night when she will pretend to be sleeping until finally she hears the quite snore that means its time.
Around ten, she tip toes down the stairs and centers in on her target. Cindy pushes a chair to the counter and picks the prettiest one and enjoys every crumb, before slowly making her way back to bed. The next morning she awakes feeling victorious until she sees her bedroom door ease open and her mom walks in and says “oh, so you are awake, little Cupcake Thief, next time be a little more careful…” and holds out a sparkly pink ribbon between her fingers… “uh..oh!”
Desirea Reply:
August 4, 2010 at 9:11 am
this is for cupcake thief
“I’m running late!” Mari thought, hopping onto her brand new Uni-350 hoverboard. This was The Troubadour’s last chance of getting signed onto a new record label. Mari didn’t want it, but her sisters came first, and if that’s what they wanted, so be it. “I forgot to put my outfit on!” she thought, running into the bathroom with her stuff in her bag. A Bright blue wig, matching shoes, a silver dress, and some turquoise eyeshadow. At five minutes to showtime, she felt the best she did all day.
Troubadour
Mischief Managed
Eliza cackled as she pointed the gnarled, wooden wand at Damien.
“What did I tell you? You have crossed me one time too many! Take this!”
Damien dove onto the floor- a bolt of green lightning shot out from the wand, missing him by inches. “I’ve got you now…” Eliza cackled, descending upon him….
“KIDS! DINNER!”, came the cry from the living room.
Her little brother got up and went indoors, distracted from his game of pretend. Eliza looked around the garden, at the toys littered on the floor, and the wooden stick in her hand. She smiled knowingly, waved her wand, and watched the toys pile neatly into the toy-chest for safekeeping. She smiled, the garden now orderly.
“Mischief managed”, she said quietly to herself, and went inside.
Top Hattie was the world’s best singer. Decked out in pearl colored bodysuits, diamond jewelry, and her signature top hat, she never ceased to wow the audience with her pop-electro tinged showtune-like ballads.
Mischief Managed
The sun shone bright outside and Tracy couldn’t sit still in her gold&silver bedroom with a magnificent view to to the park. She couldn’t help herself looking at the sparkling green grass where clover and little wild flowers danced. It was the first day of summer. A girl clad in a bright, hot-pink jumpsuit was selling lemon ice creams near the lake. It was imperative that she got one. Tracy grabbed her old, brown leather bag, put on her flowly violet dress and rushed down to the green sea. Sparks of silver filled the air like fireworks and landed on the still-wet grass. Summer in the park is a moveable feast.
“darn!” Abby yelled as ones again one of her spells backfires on her turning the homework she was trying to finish using her magic into dust. Abby was always messing up her spells…and everyone knew it. Around town people called her “Accident Abby” and knew to run whenever she said the magic word. One day though she was walking through town with her lilac lipstick and perfect pink eyeshadow when she heard a large crash. She ran to find the source of all the commotion and was in dismay when she saw what had happened. Her favorite makeup store limecrime had been robbed and she had to do something! She crossed her fingers with one hand and pointed her wand with the other…”Abracadabra” suddenly the stolen makeup and the thieves were in front of her. “Abracadabra!”, now the thieves were handcuffs. The owner of the beautiful store,who is also the unicorn queen thanked her and congratualated her by officially naming the once “accident Abby”, “Abby Abracadabra!”.
Desirea Reply:
August 4, 2010 at 9:11 am
this is for abracadabra
Cupcake Thief:
A long time ago…far away, Princess Pink pranced outside the lushious Lime Crime castle. Bright Pink and Green stairs, yellow sky and blue grass. Princess Pink sought her baker and got 5 bright cupcakes. Gorgeous pink’s,Green’s,Orange’s …RAINBOW! She happily sang and fled home to her Prince, however what Princess Pink didn’t see was the Rainbow Cupcake Thief..It lurked behind her and stole the Cupcakes..
“Oh No!” she cried, “My CUPCAKES”
howevee, she didn’t mind as for when she got home a unicorn spotty box as waiting for her…her Lime Crime lipsticks and shadows to save the day!
Abracadabra
It was just another working evening in the life of Elodie. Boring would it sound wasn’t she the main cabaret dancer in Moulin Rose, the most prestigious cabaret in Paris, 2379. From her black velvet&feathers dressing room she could see the audience beggining to walk into the showroom and take their seats. They were all dressed in black and white, the trend of the decade. She danced with her eyes all over her usual cabaret outfit; a black corset, a white tutu. A white hat, vertiginous black stilletos. Always the same. Still, she smiled. Tonight she’d bring the house down, and it would be with more than her dance. She reached inside her black vinyl purse and pulled out a bright pink chiffon bow as a headpiece. After all, she was a trendsetter ;)
MISCHIEF MANAGED
He was such a jerk she thought to herself! He had always picked on her, pulling her hair, stealing her glasses and hiding her books. He always bragged about it to his friends, how he had made her cry….why did he have to be so cute. This time, she was going to get him back! He wouldn’t bother her anymore after this and no one would bother with him either.
She opened the book her Grandmother had given her to a page she had bookmarked with a ribbon. The words at the top made her giggle…”Froggy Future”. Coming from a long line of witches and wizards would finally do her some good. She snuck up behind him as cast his pole in the creek and she whispered the words Frogality Fortunity. With a poof of smoke and a flash of green light, Francis, the bully, was now Francis the Bull Frog. He looked up at her with his big froggy eyes…and let out a croak! She snickered to herself… Mischief Managed
Jela Reply:
August 3, 2010 at 1:31 pm
Dang! Italics end after spell name!!!
abracadabra-
“something has got to give! hocus pocus!” naima chanted, but nothing happened. “i will make this love potion work if it’s the last thing i do!” she paced back and forth, mumbling to herself. “ooglie booglie” nothing. “shazam!” nothing! she began to pace faster and faster. *MEEEEEOOOW!* “AHHHH! bracadabra!” naima tripped over her beautiful black kitty. suddenly a burst of pink sparkles came from her cauldron. “the love spell is complete! abracadabra!”
Top Hattie
Crystal opened the window and looked apathically at the snow. It was winter and she knew how bad long coats and anoraks ruined her style. Not even her brand-new rain boots would lift her mood. It was another day to forget. And she was already late, as always. Biting the bullet, with her fists clenched and a heavy gait, she started making her way through the snow. Bad day. She felt like a polar bear in all those clothes layered upon her. Deep in her thoughts she was when, suddenly, she tripped over something and fell face-down on the freezing snow. Distressed she got up and looked around. A beautiful white hat laid at her feet. She picked it up and examined it for a while – it looked like it’d bloomed in the snow! She placed it on top of her head, already with a smile. She’d already have a reason to smile.
Cupcake Thief
Lucie laid in her princess bed looking at the pale rainbow she’d had painted on the ceiling. The castle was entirely silent, for it was late at night. She looked at the bedside table where her bright gold crown lay on a pale pink velvet cushion. Beside it was a bell, which she’d already rang time and time again. Nobody would come. Her chambermaid had a heavy sleep. And yet she could stop rolling around craving for something yo satisfy her sweet tooth. As a princess she could not simply go down to the cupcake factory on the other side of the castle. And yet… she got up suddenly and moved around slowly, silent as cat. She took off her princess night gown and threw a pale blue satin sheet around her body. Giggling, she rushed across the immense marble corridors. A hungry thief was not really a thief…
Mischief smiled as she weaved between the trees, her green suit sparkling. She was finally on her way to the gallery, ready to find some priceless art. “I wonder what we’ll find today, Rose,” she whispered to her Persian cat, who was trotting along beside her. “Possibly something pink, or even better-green!” She’d been looking for a painting that was green, so unbelievably green, like the forest. But even though she had been visiting art galleries for years, stealing paintings of all colors, she had never found one that was green. But that was in the Unicorn Realms, where she lived. Now, she was going out into the Cities, beginning with the Basil City, closest to the Unicorn Realms. “Here we are,” she whispered to her cat, walking through the giant golden doors. Immediately she was surrounded by paintings of red, blue, violet, gold, orange, indigo, lavender, lemon, and pink! But the one painting that her eyes were drawn to was not any of those colors. It was green. Finally, she had found the green painting! She walked toward it, turning heads. She heard the whispers-after all, she was famous. As she walked toward the painting, nobody tried to stop her. She took the painting off its hook, brushed some pixie dust off of it, and walked out the door. She knew exactly where she would put it when she got home. But more importantly, Mischief had managed to get the painting at last.
Oops! That was for “Mischief Managed”!
Abracadabra
A young girl lay sobbing in a clearing. ‘What’s wrong?’ asked a soft melodious voice. The little girl looked up to see a tall beautiful figure dressed in a brilliant pink. She told her all that the bullies had been doing – first they pulled her braids, then they stole her lunch, and today they pushed her into a wall and made her fall! ‘I think we can teach those meanies a lesson in kindness – will you help?’ the little girl smiled and took the pink gloved hand.
Troubadour
The gypsy cart moved slowly along the dirt path, and Alexina sang a wordless song of hunger as they went. the cart lurched to a halt, and the horses moved no more – they had come to a river. ‘Odd, i don’t remember a river being here before…’ she lept from her perch and looked into the sparkling blue waters, those like none she had ever seen, and was shocked to have people rise out of the depths and fly around her – laughing and singing and all the while anoiting her with the same blue dust that was in the river. then they were gone, along with the river – and Alexina was covered in blue sparkles, the voices still singing in her head. ‘let’s keep going’ she said to the horses with a smile ‘i have a hunch my luck is about to change’
This story is for Troubador.
“My Lab is ruined!”, yelled Madame Ador the most brilliant chemist ever known. The whole lab seemed to be covered with dust but it was the color of the dust that caught madame’s interest and paused her outrage. The color of the dust was the most illuminating and shimmering turquoise she had ever seen. Suddenly a small figure jumped from a pile of dust and yelled “Surprise! Look what I made you mama. Its perfect for your eyes, don’t you think?”. Madame looked at her daughter and smiled “Yes, it is perfect darling thank you. We shall name it after you, Troubador.”
Cupcake Thief:
After 14 weeks of non-stop baking, cupcakes of every color, size, and flavor blanketed the surfaces of her flat. The sofa was plump with red velvet, mint truffle creme teetered on the chandelier, and one triple chocolate dream was slipped into the opening of each shoe. And tucked away inside each confection was a piece of her reclaimed heart.
That night, when she heard noises coming from the kitchen, what a sight she saw! There he was sitting at her kitchen table, black ski mask still on, with a mouth full of vanilla banana delight. The Cupcake Thief took a swig of milk before he exclaimed, “These are amazing! I could eat your cupcakes for the rest of my life!”
Cupcake Thief
The girl, clad in all black, maneuvered through the lasers without a problem, her flexible limbs bending and twisting in fantastical ways. She had pulled off heists like this many times before, but in this the stakes were the highest. Sure little bakery cupcakes were great, but a cupcake of gold? Now that was what a girl like her was looking for. With her eyelids sparkling pink and her lips coated in a vibrant purple smile she neared her prize.
There it was, the Queen’s Cupcake, glittering, golden, and full of GLEE. Its wrapper was adorned with the finest crystals in all the colors of the rainbow, arranged in the shape of prancing and leaping Unicorns. Its frosting shimmered holographically, and the actual cupcake was from a batter made of gold. As she reached into the case and picked up her prize, the girl knew she would make headlines. This Cupcake Thief had, quite literally, struck gold.
Rachel Reply:
August 4, 2010 at 12:20 am
Here’s another one by me for Troubador:
Alice’s fingers trembled as she raised her fingers to the piano keys. Here it was, the concert of her life. Ever since 6 she had dreamed of this day. When other children played outside Alice stayed in. Day after day, honing her skills, gaining strength and speed in her hands. She taught her fingers to glide across the ebony and ivory keys, to follow the swell, the downfall, the terrifying crescendo and bitter sweet end. She had practiced, and now her fingers were magic against the keys. She took a trembling breath and cast a look into the crowd. None of them knew of her years of sweat and tears, they would only know of what she showed them tonight.
She began to play. She shut out the outside world and let her fingers talk for her. Through the music of those before her she told this audience of her hard work, her pain, her joy, and her determination. She struck the keys with a passion, and what sounds came from them were no less than a labor of love. As she came to the pieces melancholy end, she let out a breath she had been holding for what felt like an eternity. She looked into the crowd as the last note faded into oblivion. She was met with silence. Then all at once it seemed a signal was sent and the entire audience rose from their seats and clapped and cheered. For her. And Alice knew that all her years of sweat and tears and pain had finally payed off.
Cupcake Theif
Cupcake needed a new adventure. Her store in which she owned, was not challenging her anymore. She had heard about the new bakery just down the road and thought of a new adventure. She had it planned in not even ten minutes time. Cupcake would apply for a job at the new bakery and steal the ideas and use them for her own.
Little did Cupcake know that the bakery she was applying to would change her life forever and finally, for the good. For the young mad sitting across from Cupcake asking her why she wanted to bake for them would be her future husband. Young Berto could not resist gazing into Cupcake’s eyes.
As Berto continued his interview with the beautiful and talented Cupcake, his fingers getly brushed across her velvet soft skin and as he touched her, a surge of electricity shot throughout her body. “You’re hired.” He whispered ever so solemly.
Staring into Berto’s loving eyes, she then realized, the only theif here has just stolen her heart.
This story is for Mischief Managed
The valentine was a shock to Sam when he opened his locker. The grass green card that had a silvery sheen matched the trademark eye color of the most daring girl in school.The same girl Sam loved at a distance for years.Sam opened the card and read it and then he read it again because he couldn’t believe it. The card had just one sentence, “Dearest Sam, I love you even more then my favorite green eyeshadow! Yours, Mischief Managed.”
Mischief Managed
Keleigh’s father, Liam the King of Leprechauns always tried to keep his princess under his thumb. But when she grew up into a spindly tall (5 inches is tall for a Leprechaun!) green sprite with a pot of gold to protect herself, she found the selfish and sexy freedom that many young women endear to experience.
Every man-sprite, every boy-faerie, even shape-shifting wood elves couldn’t resist Keleigh’s charm and bed. It wasn’t until a young woodsman (Bartle of the Hill) found her pot of gold and claimed it as his own when Keleigh’s magical powers erupted. She grew like a beanstalk to a normal human height. Bartle fell instantly to her lovespell and Keleigh’s heart then belonged to Bartle, the man who stole her gold. And her days of mischeif were over.
Abracadabra
Benny Boom Boom struggled as the girl who gets sawed in half at the local community theater for five years now. Her dreams of being the biggest magician since that hack, Criss Angel, were slowly fading as the big 3-0 approached. One late night, in the middle of her 2nd bottle of wine and despair, she stumbled upon a bright pink penny. She twirled it in her hands. “Abracadabra!” She clapped and the penny turned into a bouquet of pink roses, dewey and moist. Another clap, “Abracadabra!” the flowers were suddenly a handfull of butterflies hovering over her shaking fingers.
Delighted in her newfound street magic, she scoured the streets of downtown, busking the penny and herself. Benny Boom Boom, you’ve heard of her now. She’s the girl with her name in lights, all across the strip in Las Vegas.
Top Hattie
Josh the rabbit was fat and happy.
He was fed 3 times and took a nappy.
Every day at ’round half past six.
Josh could hear his magician’s stick.
Tapped three times, a quiet alarm.
And he was picked up with a lighted charm.
Smiles from cheering rosy faced kids
Was the reason Josh did what he did.
He lived long and grey and silver and white.
Josh the rabbit lived in delight.
I love what a lot of these people have written – good job! However, isn’t it a bit shabby to have them essentially do YOUR job?
Confused about this. It’s not very good form business-wise, is it?
Desirea Reply:
August 4, 2010 at 9:17 am
its actually a good way to promote the product and get people inspired to want to wear the makeup they wrote the amazing stories about because after they make them sound so special they want them that much more <3
Allison Reply:
August 5, 2010 at 9:59 am
To me, it’s pretty close to “spec work” which is not usually viewed as a positive thing. Some people are professional writers – this devalues their work.
Adrianna Papillon Reply:
August 6, 2010 at 2:22 pm
The thing is, these won’t be published under anyone’s real name. You can’t devalue someone’s work if it’s not under their name.
Soma Blue Reply:
August 7, 2010 at 6:01 am
Allison:
This is a writing contest. Writing contests are always spec work (“spec work” being defined as “writing you do without guarantee of payment”).
I fail to see how doing work on spec devalues anything. Where did you get the impression that it does? That’s where most writers (especially fiction writers) start.
Doe Deere Reply:
August 15, 2010 at 10:10 am
I think we’re also forgetting the aspect that everyone is having FUN doing this!! :)
Rosalinda stroked the lush, turquoise velvet of the ribbons that adorned her cloak and smiled. The shimmering, luxurious color filled her with a daring pride – maybe her father considered the wandering bard’s calling inappropriate for his vivacious daughter, but she would not be restrained! Stealing away from his manor in the dead of night, she’d been first in line for the royal academy of music and poetry’s open auditions in the morning. From the moment she’d first set her fingers to her electric dulcimer and opened her mouth sing her first note, she’d known that she had won an enrollment in the prestigious school. Now, wearing the troubadour uniform of a deep purple lined with cloth of gold and adorned with those luxurious turquoise velvet ribbons, Rosalinda was going to make sure there wasn’t a person on earth who didn’t hear her song.
Cupcake Thief:
They called to her, sitting upon their silver plattered throne, decadent and sinfully delicious. Soft puffy pinks, pristine whites and pastel blues topped with glittering sprinkles and sugar candies danced before eyes. She could only catch glimpses of them through the moving crowd, but they were instantly the center of her attention. Carefully, she sauntered up to the table where they were displayed, the ringlets in her hair bouncing with each step and the frills on the hem of her dress swishing as she attempted to look nonchalant. A woman smiled at her, lips curving over the champagne glass she held to her mouth, but no one else really seemed to notice her.
The table was laden with food and snacks, and the crowd that was gathered around it seemed entirely unappreciative of those irresistable cakes left untouched. She could see her parents, near the other end of the table, entertaining a small crowd with one of their stories. Swiftly, her eyes darted about, surveying the scene…and just as quickly, she reached up and carefully grabbed one of the cupcakes. It had beautiful pink frosting that was the shade of the sofest blush, whipped to an incredibly light texture and topped with magenta sprinkles and a single heart-shaped sugar candy. She turned promptly on the heels of her polished white shoes, and nearly collided with the woman that had seen her earlier. Leila froze for a moment, clearly caught red-handed, the pink-topped cupcake cradled in her hand like a precious jewel. The woman stopped, smiled…then reached for a cupcake herself. She leaned in towards Leila, and speaking in a voice so soft so as not to even disturb one of her curled ringlets, whispered to her “Don’t worry…your secret is safe with me.” Then, her eyes dancing with mischief, she took a bite of her own cupcake, and spared a wink for Leila as she made her escape back up to her room before anyone else could notice.
Abracadabra;
Kya held her mothers hand tightly, rushing to get into the living room, where she had heard another little girl was waiting. She was only 8 years old and the excitement of meeting someone new who could play with her vast doll collection meant she could hardly contain herself. Her green silk dress delicately swung across her ankles as she walked and her red curls fell rebelliously over her face. When Kya and her mother entered the living room, she ran over to the tiny, frightened looking little girl and held out her hand excitedly. “My name is Kya! Pleased to meet you!” she said as the dark haired little girl replied shyly “Hi.. Hi, I’m Yuzuki, pleased to meet you too”. Kya tugged on the little girls hand “Do you like dolls? I have a lot! Come and see!!” but as the dark haired little girl stood up from the chair they were stopped by Kya’s mother. “Sorry girls, that will have to wait!” Kya’s mother apologised gently “Evelyn!” She called as a young maid came running into the large, sumptuous living room. “Yes Ma’am” Evelyn replied. “Take little Yuzuki here upstairs, give her a thorough bath and then please dress her in the dress left by my Sister for Kya” she said. “Is that the awf……lovely yellow lace number?” Evelyn asked, a little unsure. Kya’s mother laughed “Goodness no! I threw that horror out a long time ago! The beautiful dark purple one. The colours not quite right for Kya but it would suit Yuzuki just perfectly”.
Kya looked at the tiny little girl with a deep curiosity. Her eyes were two separate colours, one a shocking blue and the other a deep, mysterious purple, something Kya had never seen before. “Yuzuki?” She said giggling “That’s a funny name”. The two little girls laughed together, an instant, natural bond between them. “Come on then young lady” Evelyn said, taking Yuzuki by the hand as Kya watched on. “Don’t worry, Evelyn gives lovely back rubs and is ever so gentle” Kya said to Yuzuki, hopefully easing her mind a little before smiling confidently “I will wait for you in my Dolly room!”. Kya watched as Evelyn marched Yuzuki away, who frequently glanced back at Kya as if for reassurance. Even at the tender age of 8, Kya felt that there was something different about Yuzuki and that she was special, in what way? Kya was not sure as yet. Turning to her mother she smiled and ran into her arms and Abracadabra their little family had found itself a new member.
Mischeif Managed
She hadn’t meant it to go this far. As little Mischeif looked at her piano teacher’s car, she was filled with dread. She definitely won’t be happy about this, she thought. She had only meant to give the clapped-out old car a bit of a sparkle… something to brighten the thing up.
She heard the door open.
“Little Mischief Managed! What are you doing stood outside on my lawn…” She trailed off as her eyes followed the shimmery green gloop down the drive, over the pavement and up onto her car’s bonnet. The car shimmered and shined in the sunlight, the entire vehicle was painted in a brilliant green, with tiny little stars of silver peeking out.
“I’m so SORRY Miss. Goodwin, I just wanted to cheer you up, you know, about what happened to your dog, I only meant to paint the bumpers, and…and…urm…Mrs.Goodwin?”
The teacher was staring at her newly-painted car, with tears in her eyes and a huge grin on her face.
It was, in fact, the singular most beautiful, unique and loveliest thing anyone had ever done for her.
“Come on little Mischief, we’re going for a drive!”
Abracadabra:
Just a flick with the wand, she said to herself and I just have to say it. But if she would do it wrong she would be a laughing stock. She had to do it, she did not have a choice, just say the magic word and she would be the fairest of them all, just one flick. Abracadabra, pufff, looking through the pink smoke she saw that she had done right, she was gorgeous with her Orchid pink w/blue overtones eye shadow. She was the fairest of them all.
Cupcake Thief:
Oh how can she resist the beautiful princess pink w/pink sparkle cream on the cupcakes, if only she could get them. Delicious, tasty and beautiful pink cupcakes, nothing would make her happier but to get one, just only one but she would not say no if she would be offered more. But everyone had shut their doors and she could not get one. She craved them and there was only one thing to do, just “borrow” one. She sneaked her self to the window where they sat beautiful, good smelling, pink and gorgeous cupcakes, the cupcakes screamed at her, TAKE ME! and she did, oh what a wonderful feeling, such a happy feeling and the world was right again.
What store will the Magic Dusts be sold at? o_o I’d assume they’re being sold in stores, considering some say “Online Exclusive” and others don’t, but I didn’t catch a post regarding this.
Doe Deere Reply:
August 15, 2010 at 10:12 am
These are coming to SpaceNK October 1. :)
“ABRACADABRA!”
“Stop being silly Claire, magic isn’t real”
“Oh really? How do you know?”
“I think I know that the stupid twig you are holding in your hand is not going to turn poor old Mittens into a frog”
“Fine, I’ll show you if you don’t belie-”
Her sister has sauntered off. She is so..so..annoying! Claire thought. How does she know magic isn’t real? Where did the glorious tales of unicorns and witches and leprechauns under rainbows come from if there wasn’t any magic to create them?
“I’ll show her…I’ll show her magic DOES exist!” Claire shouted as she waved the twig at her cat. She held her breath…
“Meow?”
“Humph. It’s the stupid cat…not helping me at all…”
Claire walked off, thinking of how she could prove her sister wrong. All of a sudden, she heard a small bang, and span around, her face dropping and eyes staring wide.
“Ribbit…?”
Becky Reply:
August 3, 2010 at 6:07 pm
This is for Abracadabra
This story is for Abracadabra.
Being the daughter of a magician has its perks, thought Caryn for starters your life is full of magic. But try as hard as she might Caryn couldn’t make magic like her father. Instead she made disasters every spell always results in some sort of mess. Caryn’s father would just wink at her and say “Every magician has a secret source that helps lift their magic, you just haven’t found yours yet.” The next day while shopping Caryn found the perfect pink eye color-oh but this pink was different from others it wasn’t too dark or too light no it was just right and its name was Abracadabra. Caryn knew it was fate that this Abracadabra would lift the magic inside her.
Abracadabra
Women should feel like princess’s on their wedding days, its all about them, and they look beautiful. Whisked away to live happily ever after by their very own prince charming. Well, that is how to story goes, but Nissa didn’t feel like a princess. She was marrying a complete stranger! And to top it all off, she didn’t feel special, it wasn’t like the fairytale she had always imagined. Fairy godmothers aren’t supposed to exist, right?
“I can’t do this, aunt,” Nissa whispered sadly,
“Don’t be ridiculous, darling, this is your big day!”
“I don’t feel right, I don’t…” she trailed off,
“Don’t what? Don’t you feel beautiful?” Aunt Latyana inquired. Nissa looked up into the azure eyes of her favourite aunt,
“No, I do not.”
“Oh dear, what ever will I do with you child?” Nissa scrunched her eyebrows in confusion,
“Whatever are you talking about, Aunt Latyana?” she questioned,
“My dear, I am not your aunt,” Latyana informed the red head she had grown so fond of,
“Then…who are you?”
“I, am your fairy godmother! Make a wish dear, you only get one,” Latyana grinned,
“I wish to be beautiful on my wedding day,” Nissa giggled, her hazel eyes glittering for the first time in days,
“Very well then, ABRACADABRA!” and in a puff of pink smoke, Nissa’s wish came true.
Cupcake Thief
Working in a hot, steamy bakery every weekend was a long slog. Poor Dinah’s hair frizzed and her make up would smudge. But the thing she looked forward to most would come around soon enough. Sure, she didn’t look very attractive at the precise moment, hands covered in icing sugar, her pink apron spattered with cake batter, but she loved her job. She loved the sweet smell that lingered on her skin after she left the bakery, and the satisfaction of licking the mixing bowl on her breaks. But what she loved more than anything was, when her shift finished and everyone was away getting their wages, was when she would open her handbag, take out her Tupperware box and slip in the biggest, pinkest cupcake and hide it in her bag. Knowing, that when she got home she would bite into the delicious, spongy cupcake and grin to herself and she savoured the flavour. For she was the elusive Cupcake Thief, who never got caught!