Prompt: “Write about the number 13”
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How I know the term, “A Baker’s Dozen” was coined by a MOM! 

I wondered quietly where the phrase “a baker’s dozen” originated. Like, was the extra donut for the baker? Did the baker have twelve co-bakers, or baker minions, or whatever a baker’s helper might be called?

Or maybe it’s like this – you have this old fashioned donut recipe, right? And the donut recipe is supposed to yield 12 donuts. But then after you make them, there’s all these scraps left over, and you mush them altogether, and that’s the one you get to eat.


“After hundreds of years, the egg finally hatched.”

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PROMPT: “After hundreds of years, the egg finally hatched.”

Junior shifted in his seat. This was the moment he’d been waiting for – he was three books in to the “Jurassic Ages” series and the egg that had been hauled around with the tribe of Triceretops (??!?!?!!) for the past several chapters was finally going to hatch – solving once and for all the mystery of whether the egg belonged to Felicity – the good queen who’d met an untimely end at the beginning of the entire ordeal – or to her evil sister, Melody. 

Junior held his breath as he turned the page. 

“Class, attention please!” Junior’s head snapped up. It was not like Mrs. Kim to interrupt silent reading time.

“I have something important to tell you,” his teacher said, making what Junior had always silently called her “i smell something bad” face. He sighed and closed his book, keeping his finger in the place between the pages of his long-held anticipation and the long  awaited resolution.

“Our school is closing,” Mrs. Kim said. “Your parents are being called and will be picking you up from the auxiliary building. I need you to form a single file line and follow me.

Junior’s classmates rose but he could not. He had been paying attention to the papers – he knew what this must be about. 

As he slid from his seat, he glanced down and saw the cover of his Jurassic Era novel, and marveled that it already seemed like a relic of his childhood.