“Let’s see, 2 eggs, 1 liter of milk, a pinch of salt, a little oil and i should keep pouring flower untill i get a smooth mix. Well thats easy enough” today i am making pancakes. My best friend is coming over. I have not seen him in years, but i know he loves pancakes. The first time we made pancakes was when we were both 6. Ofcourse my parents helped us make the pancakes, but they tasted the best. We filled the pancakes with syrup, sugarpowder, cheese, chocolatep paste and other sweet things. Everytime we were done eating our fingers would stick of all the sugary things we used.
I know he will love these pancakes, i put all my effort in making the very best looking and best tasting pancakes. “The mix should be very smooth now. Let’s test it with the back of a spoon. Yeah, there are no clutters in there so its perfect” it has to be perfect. I can’t make him think my pancakes haven’t got any better.
I start pouring a spoon of pancakemix in the fryingpan and the sizzling of the mix starts to fill the room with the smell of pancakes. I remembered to open a window, else the room would see blue of the smoke that comes off these pancakes. As the mix starts to get ready on one side, i put the pan in my hand and shake it a little. Right on, it’s loose. And with one smooth motion i swing the pancake in the air making it flip over perfectly on the other side of the pancake. The smell is great, he’ll love these pancakes. These must be the best i have ever made. Half a minute later i put the pancake on a hot plate, and put another hot plate on top of it so they stay warm.
As the pile of pancakes gets bigger the mix in the bowl starts to shrink. There, that’s the last one, as i scrape the last bit of mix in the pan. I finish the pancake and put it on the rest. Then i take a nice tablecloth and put it on the table with two nice looking plates, a knife and a fork. I put the pancakes in the middle of the table. And put two glasses on the table for a refreshing drink. I sit down and i see the pancakes steaming in front of me. I take a pancake and start pouring some syrup on it. Then roll it up and start to eat it.
It’s been 3 years since the accident. I’m not quite over it, and i can’t realy accept it that he won’t come over today. He always shows up when i had pancakes made for him. I’m sure he’ll come this time too. I live on my own so his company is a great deal to me. He is going to come and taste my pancakes i’m sure of it. These pancakes are perfect.
Written by Michael Kraus
Ps. My eyes were getting a little wet while halfway trough writing. Because i knew what i was going to write.
MINDBLOWING! Heart Touching Stroy & Emotional in it’s true means.I must Say U write better & much better than me…👍🤘👌
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thank you very much for this generous compliment. is engish your mothertoung?
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MOST WELCOME! English is not My Mothertongue,bt I’m Graduate in Entire English Literature….
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That is awesome. I never had many lessons in english. I just learn as i go and pick up words from everywhere hehe 🙂 but when you write, reading shortcuts is a bit hard to read. But we can both improve very much.
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NOT-N-ISSUE!
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Hahaha xD
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😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄
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Oooooh my.. these are memories and reliving past moments..
and trying to capture it all Again..
So sad 😭 indeed..
Wishing we could have it all back..
and wishing Michael was still here with us..
Time will heal.. makes it less painful 😖..
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Im sorry to hear that. Your toughts are with me. I will make some happy and enjoyable stories soon. Ill post at least 1 every day so i hope you will read them 🙂
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Thanks..
I will for sure
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I am very glad to hear that 😀
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Are you Michael
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Yes i am. My name is Michael 🙂
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Kool
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I was excited for the protagonist about said friend coming over… and then I got to the end and I’m sad because he won’t be coming over to taste those delicious pancakes anytime soon. 😦 Great write, though! I love when a writer can make me connect with my emotions. 🙂
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i am realy realy glad you liked it, and it would have been amazing for his friend if he had ever tasted those pancakes. because those pancakes were made with all the love he had for his friend. wich makes them incomparable.
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Well done
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Thank you very much 🙂
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One story better than the other! Respect!
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Every story has its own vibes 🙂
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This beautiful and very touching. You are an excellent writer.
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Thank you very much for your kind words 🙂
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The loss of a loved one…never goes away…the pain just gets lighter. This is so wonderful , Jaz, it truly touched my heart. Keep up your wonderful writing!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Your so welcome!
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I used to host dinner parties in college where I would invite one random stranger for every two friends. It was always loud and wild with wine glasses left everywhere afterwards. Now I hardly ever invite even one person over; so many things have changed. Or maybe, just me.
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Its not to late, its never to lahaaate 🎵🎵
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You know, I was thinking the same thing! I should throw a party.
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I mean, why not. It’s always fun to let someone else taste your creations (food) and such, right?
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I must confess, for me, pancakes represent a guilty pleasure-albeit with copious amounts of syrup slathered over the top!
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And i love it ^^
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