Mystery Cookie - 4/5

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RE: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby joelmatulich » Thu Apr 14, 2011 5:06 pm

I opened the letter and read it.

Dear Elaine,
I hope you have enjoyed the cookies and the flowers. I know how much you love oatmeal cookies, and yellow roses. If you desire to find out who you secret admirer is please meet me this Friday night at the Italian restaurant on the corner of Birch St. and Main. Be there at 7:30 sharp. You won't be disappointed.

You secret admirer

I picked up the flowers from my desk, stood up, and peered above the cubicle around the rest of the office.
"Hey Elaine." I yelled across the corporate cubicle maze.

"Yes Bill," she answered back.

"I think you have a secret admirer."

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RE: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby gargabar » Sat Apr 16, 2011 10:28 am

For several months, each day I have entered my office and found a cookie on my desk . At first I considered whether one of my coworkers had been placing it there, but each day I encountered them all, and none of them upon greeting me or talking with me, or passing by me has radiated the slightest lure for suspicion. Since it was clear that if any of them were doing it, he/she was veiling the act with immaculate smoothness, I notified the highest of workers to investigate and identify, and to end the daily placement of cookies on my desk. The day following, however, I found my desk flooded with honey, in which fluid was sunken a small note with the word, “snitch,” written on it. I also discovered that fired that very day, before I entered my office, was the father of my younger brother's school bully. So I thought of its significance, and I realized that both the cookies and the honey were items that I had once daily equipped him with for school lunch. I realized, that several days afterword his teachers called me, and pitifully explained how some kid in school who referred to him as Winnie the Poo had tore loose his snack from his hand, and went yelling abroad the cafeteria that he killed Christopher and Piglet, and with the aid of his father was next going to kill the bear and the cub. It was no sooner that these ideas occurred to me than the police called my cell phone, and bid me to visit the station, where upon arriving I saw my younger brother shaking next to an officer and that man and his kid cuffed and being escorted.

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Re: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby Chaseafterthewind » Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:21 pm

Me: Hi Steve!
Steve: Hi Pam!

My walk was brisk and my stride confident as I strolled into the office. Though I had gained ten pounds over the past two months, I eagerly awaited my delicious surprise that met me at my desk each morning. The wonderfully sugary-sweet treats that made my mouth water just thinking of them.

As I walked up to my desk I was astonished at what I saw. In the place of my daily cookie were two eggs, two tablespoons of milk, 1 ½ cups sugar, 2/3 cup butter, one teaspoon of vanilla extract, 3 ¼ cups flour, 2 ½ teaspoons of baking powder and ½ a teaspoon of salt! All measured out perfectly, waiting, along with a post-it note that read “ Make your own cookies, you cookie hog!”

I was baffled. Sure, I was certainly a cookie hog, but why do I have to start making my own cookies now? They were freely given to me every morning.-I never asked for them.

I peered around the office. I had never questioned the cookies that were mysteriously placed on my desk every morning. I just ate them. And I enjoyed it. But now, the pressure was on.

I began mixing and stirring, which is quite difficult to do without the proper utensils. I then formed the cookies and put them on an office clipboard, which I then placed in the sun to bake. I was sure the sun was set at 400 degrees today.

Ten minutes later I went to check on my cookies-but they were gone! I was very upset, considering I had to use my favorite pencil to mix the batter-and now I don’t even get to eat my cookies? This was outrageous!

I walked around the office, but I saw no trace of my sugary treat. Then, I saw them. Eating my cookie out on the window ledge-those animals.

I grabbed my sling-shot (it was always ready in my desk for times of need). I slung it around like David preparing to take down Goliath.

*wack* I took them down-one by one.

As my fellow co-workers walked by, they seemed to be slightly uneasy. I decided I should offer to share.
Sue was walking toward my desk, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity.

“Hey Sue” would you like a cookie? I asked as I grabbed my knife and one of the lifeless pigeons from my desk. “They are sugar cookies.”

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Re: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby lotuswrites » Mon Apr 18, 2011 4:11 pm

From Cookie With Love - Part I


I hurry inside the double doors to the office; finger print kept, “good morning” said to the other usual early morning arrivers and I’m at my seat bending forward to the ground to switch on my computer and start work for the day. Straightening up I’m faced with a…. a cookie? I look around. Do I spot anyone remotely suspicious? No, I don’t. Who could’ve kept a cookie on my desk? Besides who’d do something like it, this early? Not a coincidence, not a mistake and not from the day before. It’s definitely fresh and the little red bow show that it’s a present. I shake myself to get my rusty common sense in to working order. A cookie is a cookie and I’m not complaining my common sense tell me! My smile bites in to the soft crunch of chocolate chip.
I love coming to work early because I get to gaze on the variety of fresh colours that the morning brings. It’s my treat for the day and I know I’m bound to have a great time by gauging the few treasured minutes of my walk to the office. We morning people pride ourselves on cool and aloof professionalism, minus a tad bit of occasional crazy mayhem seen towards the afternoon on hectic work days. Has someone finally started appreciating the work I do here?
The next day I take my perky self to office at the usual time. Am I mistaken or do I see another cookie on my table? No, I’m not mistaken. However, this time it’s a butter cookie.
Weeks and months pass and every day I get my daily cookie. Whoever it is, I deeply appreciate the grit and constancy displayed. I know how hard it is to be consistent. Don’t I struggle with it every day? I respect whoever displays it to me irrespective of how seemingly small the act.
Another Friday dawns bright; painting the east with its hues of fiery reds and coppery golds. My walk today was very pleasant. Chirping birds and playing squirrels were everywhere and I got a borrowed spring to my step. There’s a note with my cookie!

To my morning bird,

I know you want to know me.
I’m the one who meets you at the door with one of the same chocolate chips I give you today.
See you this afternoon.

Love,
Cookie

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RE: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby kathryn22 » Mon Apr 18, 2011 6:12 pm

Dastardly Diary of a Baker's Dozen

January 3rd
Sue, my co-worker says: "Jean, no good deed goes unpunished." She's a cynic and maybe a little jealous because for the past week, my work day starts with a gift: my favorite cookie, a Peruvian Alfajor. What I love about this luscious shortbread cookie is that it is filled with dulce de leche and smothered in powdered sugar.
That I have any happiness remaining is a bona-fide miracle. Years ago, my parents and my Peruvian fiancée, Andre died. They were looking for a picturesque mountain top setting for our wedding. The presumption of death or technically what it is known as "death in absentia" is declared. It's doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out they all died in the fiery plane crash.
No matter what Dr. Phil, Oprah or your best friend tells you, you never get over it. Moving to the next town and getting a new job takes monumental effort. If I couldn't write down what I feel without anyone's judgment, "Dear Diary," I couldn't go on.

June 6th
The cookies come every day. It's the talk of the office and I know several of the girls wonder who is bestowing this attention upon me and why not them? Often you hear, good things happen to good people and after what I've been through it's long overdue. I tell Danny, my boss: "No, I don't think I'm being stalked" These days when something good happens everybody gets all paranoid. Not me!

July 5th
After the holiday, I wonder if my treat would show up and it does. Sue says: "Why don't you set up a secret camera so you can see who it is?" Why would I want to ruin my supposed surprise? This secret is as delicious as the cookie.

August 15th
It's getting closer to September 3rd, the seventh anniversary of the plane crash. I had known Andre for five months but love doesn't operate on a calendar system. People expect I'll never heal from this loss, especially, since all three of them were charred beyond recognition. My parents had prepaid their cremations costs a month before their accident. Some may say: "It's a self-fulfilling prophesy," but the irony vibrates even until this day. Detective work reveals that Andre was technically not licensed to fly solo. This was only the beginnings of the unraveling of his Pandora's box. I slam the lid shut. What's the point of blaming anyone?

August 29th
Over the years, I've made changes. My once brunette hair is now sun-kissed, strawberry blonde. I've added and subtracted features of my body. Everyone knows me as the girl who never even got the chance to be a widow. I was drowning in a pool of sympathy offered by well-meaning mourners. Changing my name, my ticket to freedom is easy; changing my past is impossible. Some know of the substantial inheritance I am to receive but, of course, I live in a state that ties up my parent's estate for seven years. I'm sitting essentially without a cent other than the pennies I earn at this menial job.

September 8th
One-hundred and sixty-nine cookies later and today, there's no cookie to be found. As I search my desk, I act shocked to not find even a crumb. Where is it? The only thing I locate in my top drawer is a gold safety deposit box key with a note: "Meet me at the Central Pine Bank at 12 noon." My co-workers are more disappointed than I am when I am "cookie-less." Alas, all good things come to an end.
I get to the bank at 11:55 AM. I see Andre waiting with the companion gold key. How could this be possible? How can this be? Well, let me tell you. Andre wasn't in the plane but a Columbian friend piloted this flight and he encountered some mechanical difficulties, courtesy of Andre. Before you start judging me, you need to know my parents were physically and emotionally abusive. They got their just dues and I have a fiancée who loves me beyond reproach. Oh, by the way I didn't return to work and I'm never going back. Seven years passing, marks the official end of my mourning and the renewal of my life with Andre, from here forward to be known as Ray. He, too, has made many changes. Thanks for all those condolences. My ex-parents estate has cleared. It's time to send me the congratulations cards.

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Re: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby kathryn22 » Mon Apr 18, 2011 6:13 pm

Dastardly Diary of a Baker's Dozen

January 3rd
Sue, my co-worker says: "Jean, no good deed goes unpunished." She's a cynic and maybe a little jealous because for the past week, my work day starts with a gift: my favorite cookie, a Peruvian Alfajor. What I love about this luscious shortbread cookie is that it is filled with dulce de leche and smothered in powdered sugar.
That I have any happiness remaining is a bona-fide miracle. Years ago, my parents and my Peruvian fiancée, Andre died. They were looking for a picturesque mountain top setting for our wedding. The presumption of death or technically what it is known as "death in absentia" is declared. It's doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out they all died in the fiery plane crash.
No matter what Dr. Phil, Oprah or your best friend tells you, you never get over it. Moving to the next town and getting a new job takes monumental effort. If I couldn't write down what I feel without anyone's judgment, "Dear Diary," I couldn't go on.

June 6th
The cookies come every day. It's the talk of the office and I know several of the girls wonder who is bestowing this attention upon me and why not them? Often you hear, good things happen to good people and after what I've been through it's long overdue. I tell Danny, my boss: "No, I don't think I'm being stalked" These days when something good happens everybody gets all paranoid. Not me!

July 5th
After the holiday, I wonder if my treat would show up and it does. Sue says: "Why don't you set up a secret camera so you can see who it is?" Why would I want to ruin my supposed surprise? This secret is as delicious as the cookie.

August 15th
It's getting closer to September 3rd, the seventh anniversary of the plane crash. I had known Andre for five months but love doesn't operate on a calendar system. People expect I'll never heal from this loss, especially, since all three of them were charred beyond recognition. My parents had prepaid their cremations costs a month before their accident. Some may say: "It's a self-fulfilling prophesy," but the irony vibrates even until this day. Detective work reveals that Andre was technically not licensed to fly solo. This was only the beginnings of the unraveling of his Pandora's box. I slam the lid shut. What's the point of blaming anyone?

August 29th
Over the years, I've made changes. My once brunette hair is now sun-kissed, strawberry blonde. I've added and subtracted features of my body. Everyone knows me as the girl who never even got the chance to be a widow. I was drowning in a pool of sympathy offered by well-meaning mourners. Changing my name, my ticket to freedom is easy; changing my past is impossible. Some know of the substantial inheritance I am to receive but, of course, I live in a state that ties up my parent's estate for seven years. I'm sitting essentially without a cent other than the pennies I earn at this menial job.

September 8th
One-hundred and sixty-nine cookies later and today, there's no cookie to be found. As I search my desk, I act shocked to not find even a crumb. Where is it? The only thing I locate in my top drawer is a gold safety deposit box key with a note: "Meet me at the Central Pine Bank at 12 noon." My co-workers are more disappointed than I am when I am "cookie-less." Alas, all good things come to an end.
I get to the bank at 11:55 AM. I see Andre waiting with the companion gold key. How could this be possible? How can this be? Well, let me tell you. Andre wasn't in the plane but a Columbian friend piloted this flight and he encountered some mechanical difficulties, courtesy of Andre. Before you start judging me, you need to know my parents were physically and emotionally abusive. They got their just dues and I have a fiancée who loves me beyond reproach. Oh, by the way I didn't return to work and I'm never going back. Seven years passing, marks the official end of my mourning and the renewal of my life with Andre, from here forward to be known as Ray. He, too, has made many changes. Thanks for all those condolences. My ex-parents estate has cleared. It's time to send me the congratulations cards.

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RE: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby lyrics of faith » Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:15 am

The delicacy was perfectly wrapped, fashioned with a silver and rosy pink bow smiling up at me. I stared at it keenly for twenty seconds before I became weary of its message. I had just began to work again as an American Literature teacher at Lullview High after my sister's funeral, was someone being overly sincere, and who?

Noting that none of my fellow teachers across the hallway had entered their darkly lit classrooms, I had my bigger doubts. Why would a student? This was the middle of the semester...there would be no surprises and no new admirers. But after flying into Georgia, the three restless nights comforting my mother and Patricia's husband, plus the flight back here to Maine, all of it cramped into my mind and overwhelmed my memory. I could easily let my guard down here for once....void of sorrow...and actually enjoy it. So without a second hesitation at the desk looking forlorn, I took apart the carefully fingered wrapping and broke the cookie in half. It was peanut butter and had caramel and chocolate frosting in generous amounts. Oddly, the combination appeased me. Made me stop the thoughts for a second.

An hour after I had begun teaching, mostly about the novel we had just finished, no culprits stepped up to the podium. I sighed to myself at my skepticism; a homemade delight was a gift, not a curse. It's called receiving hard-earned life. Every morning, at precisely 6:50 am, I jubilantly turned on the ceiling lights in my cozy room, with a hopeful expression as to the start of my day. And sure enough, a different conjecture presented itself mysteriously...without failure. The only thing to look forward to was to guess the type and mixture. I had made a little list that I posted inside my mini refrigerator. Chocolate raisin, cinnamon, gingerbread, almond....exotic and sometimes shockingly simple in their flavor. Then, it all came to an end on the week before school had its last session. On the 12 of May I walked in, a bit listlessly but still excited. There was a small note to the side and it said sweetly, who knew all this time I could cook??

And of course, it was Rick. Obsessive, poor Rick the mailman who always delivered mysteries....in forms he only knew how since his daughter had died in the kitchen.

Was I his next fixation?    

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RE: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby bikerkat » Wed May 04, 2011 3:12 pm

As I approached my desk, expecting to see yet another cookie, I am surprised at the sight of a note on my desk, okay, now this is getting really mysterious or is it? I put my coat away and grab my morning tea, all the while looking at this note. Should I just open it and finally find out what all the cookies meant or should I wait? I don't know, let me think. (suddenly the phone rings) "Hello, oh, hi Mary. Yes, I just got in. Hey, did you leave me a note? No? Oh, never mind, just asking. What? Yes, I know the meeting is in 10 minutes, I will be there. Yes, I brought the files with me. Okay, see you then. Bye."
My eyes go back to the note, just a folded piece of paper sitting on my desk, in front of my laptop. Okay, I will read it, curiosity is getting the better of me.
Dear reader, huh?, what the heck?
Dear reader, you are probably wondering why this note is on your desk and not a cookie. Well, I wanted to let you know that you that you have been part of an experiment for the past 3 months. As you probably noticed, you have not gained any extra weight even though you have eaten a cookie a day. We at the lab have perfected a no-calorie cookie, no fat, no calories and no carbohydrates. How did we do this , you ask? Well, that is a true secret but, we do have one thing we just have to tell you, actually more than one thing. By tomorrow you will begin to notice some changes in your speech, motor skills and, unfortunately, your hair. The lab mice we had used prior to you had some odd reactions. They no longer can squeek (silence is not bad), they have trouble walking in a straight line (great for mazes) and all their hair fell out. We hope this does not happen to you but you did enjoy the cookies, didn't you? By the way, let us know if you have any of these symptoms, since we probably won't see you in the office after this, and the outcome is important to us. Before you ask, yes, we can do this without your signature, just look at page 32 of your employee manual, small print at the bottom of the page. Thank you for being our first human test case. Good bye. Good luck. Call us with the results. Thank you, from the lab.

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Re: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby Emilia » Thu May 12, 2011 5:53 pm

“Save this cookie wisely...”
The note was crumpled and yellow. A strange sensation started to fill the room. As I inspected the cookie, it looked same as all the others I have eaten for the last few months. Round with chocolate chips, the familiar smell filled my nose. Whoever made this cookie, was a good baker. The cookie was made always the way I like it. I have no idea how much I tried to figure out who was giving me the cookies, but no one came near my house through the whole night and when I accidently dozed off and woke up again, the cookie was mysteriously placed on my desk. Nowadays, I try to push down my frustration and just accept the cookies.
I saved the “special” cookie in a blue container with the note in the kitchen and continued on with my work. Somehow, the day seemed different to me. It smelled and felt different. Just one thing was out of shape, but I didn’t know what.
The next morning, I didn’t find any cookie on my desk. Maybe this isn’t a prank after all. Maybe there’s something special about this cookie, but what? The more I thought about it, it made everything more complicated.
The next day and the day after that, I found no cookie on my desk. Somehow, I couldn’t focus on my work which I had to return tomorrow. My cat started sniffing the blue container which I had put on my desk a few minutes ago. Swatting the container with his paws, the container had managed to open. In a flash, he bit half of the cookie and swallowed happily, as if that was the best snack he’d ever had.
“NO! BAD FANG! SPIT IT OUT, NOW!” I screamed madly, jumping up and down and pushing the cat down on the floor. I knew in my heart that the cookie was already swallowed. Fang meowed loudly, lashing his tail in complaint. “Fang, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have even taken out from the kitchen!” Thinking the cookie was worthless; I picked up the container and headed toward the trash can. Then, something sparkled from the cookie. It turned out to be a black onyx, sparkling brightly. I ate the cookie around the onyx, careful not to bite it. That black onyx had turned out to be the last surviving jewel in the world. Therefore, many robbers had come after it a lot of times. Whoever sent this to me was trying to save the onyx. Since I lived away from the city and in the suburb, it was less likely for a robber to try to steal it. Taking the black onyx in my hand, caressing it gently, I put it back in my container with the note. Instead of putting in a treasure box or something, it would be better to just put it in a normal, blue-looking container.
After I got the cookie with the black onyx, I never received any cookies. I was only left with a single note the next day, lying on my doorstep. The note read, “Thank you…” Fang came up next to me, sniffing the note. As I added that note to my container, I thought, ‘If I could only know who it is…. ‘
*
Looking out the window from my house, she was reading the note I put down on her doorstep. Her cat was next to her, peering out the door. For months, I had sent her a cookie, and it was a plan for one day, I would hide the last black onyx in the world in her cookie. She had been very nice to me since the first day I came into this town. Something told me that I could trust her to keep this jewel safe. There was no way she could figure out it was me, and it was just a perfect plan.
My luggages were sitting on the doorstep, waiting to be picked up. I glanced back at her house one last time as I walked out of my house and into my car. This was just the beginning of my journey.

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RE: Mystery Cookie - 4/5

Postby livausis » Sat Jun 04, 2011 9:12 am

When I opened the note, I recognized our babysitter's handwriting.

Dear Mrs. Beckerow

Dominic and Emmy are fine; however, I will not be able to pick them up from school today as with this letter I am resigning from my position as the babysitter of your wonderful children.
I write to inform you that the chocolate-fudge-honey-dipped cookies these past few months were my doing, and my motivations were not well-meaning.
Your husband and I have been romantically involved since the beginning of this year but until recently I have been unable to convince him that I am the better choice between you, Mrs. Beckerow, and me. He was too absorbed by your beauty and I envied your perfect body. Your husband loved your body, so there was only one thing for a full-figured woman like me to do. These past few months I have been fattening you up with livestock growth hormones, which add a nice almond-y flavor and turn people into not very fit whales .
There will be no cookie today and hopefully for your own good - never. We, you ex-husband and I, will be gone by the time you're reading this, but we'll send a card from our wedding location. We'd invite you to fly to the wedding, but buying two seats on the airplane is expensive.

Your now comparatively hot babysitter.

P.S. I have attached a gym membership card and divorce papers to this letter.
P.S.2. Stop eating random sh*t in the office. Idiocy.

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