Biggs blinked, more in habit than surprise. Deliveries in this part of town used to be predictable: tips, insults, the occasional dog. A talking pastry was an upgrade.
“You’re late,” it said. The voice was buttery, with a crumbly chuckle. cannibalcupcakeandmrbiggs link
Title: CannibalCupcake & MrBiggs — Link Biggs blinked, more in habit than surprise
He scooped it up. The fork was warm. Memory poured in—women who’d tasted liberation in buttercream, a recipe stitched from stolen lullabies, a kitchen where utensils whispered. Biggs shoved the fork in his mouth out of reflex. Images crowded him: a childhood he never had, a bakery that smelled like thunder, the moment a baker traded a secret for immortality. “You’re late,” it said
Here’s a short, quirky feature concept titled "CannibalCupcake and MrBiggs — Link" (flash fiction + logline + a hook for expansion).
The cupcake leaned forward. “Cannibal is a genre. I prefer connoisseur.” It extended a tiny fork. Where prongs should have been, a polished metal shard gleamed: the shape of a USB.
Logline When a sentient bakery item and an overcaffeinated courier discover a mysterious USB-shaped pastry that links minds, they must navigate shared memories, rival food cults, and the ethics of taste while racing to stop a recipe that erases free will.