Christmas In Code(Editing)

Viola was enjoying her life as a chef until her boss tells her she has to put together a Christmas event inspired by Chef Eric, a chef who shared none of his recipes outside of a coded cookbook that no one has been able to solve.

Will she be able to solve the cookbook in time for the event? Will she be able to give up her need for control and work with her new coworker Luke?

Find the answers in the Christmas Romcom: Christmas in Code.

This book is currently in the editing stages, if you have any questions please email: h24huber@gmail.com

Comments

December Poetry Collection

In the month of holidays and reflection, my writing inspiration has struck me in many ways. Explore some of the poems I wrote in December as I graduated, reflected on the year, and trekked through my past(visiting my family for the holidays). “Young and healthy” They laugh about how I Do not know the gift of pain That creeps up on you as you age A constant worsen of your Body shutting down What fools! Do they not know my body Has always been an Overachiever? A thing that did not Listen to the ticks of time That does not care About what I am supposed to be It only knows how to creak my bones So I cannot stand It only knows the medication I feed it So I can survive the day And pretend to be I will die soon My therapist says not to joke about such morbid circumstances That if my young age and place of birth are any indication I still have years ahead of me I accept it will be years until my bod...

September Poems

The Summer of 2021 I wish my eyelids were cameras So I could hold every detail of this moment Close to my chest forever The way the grass feels, The laughter in the air, The sense of pride, relief And happiness Every detail of the stars, and leaves Will soon be lost In the passage of time No picture could dare capture it It would never see the magic It would never get the joy So I close my eyes tightly Hoping that my memory won't fail me And my eyes will act as a camera The Moon is Beautiful Isn’t it? A homecooked meal sitting on the table Hugs as I cry into her shoulder A handwritten note, tear stains on the paper A tucked strand of hair behind my ear A hand to hold as I across the rocky terrain Holding a space at the table, even after years away A night of laughter and champaign Letting me pick the movie, again A standing ovation at midnight in our room “This reminded me of you” A voice th...

November Poetry

Hello! Here is my collection of poems from November! Enjoy Cyclical A drop of water splashes Onto my arm. Out of the pot For my tea that I made for my Sore throat that I got from Talking into the mirror For an hour about my dreams That caused puffy checks Because I am afraid I will never Be the person I want to be So I curled into bed. The taste of sugar In my mouth. My heart like Sand weighed down by this fear The blanket consumes me Cocoons me as I isolate And ignore the notifications And wonder if I will ever be ok I need tea. I put a pot on the stove To boil Hey pretty lady, I sharpen my nails into Points meant to kill Each fallen shaving A sacrifice for safety A natural weapon A counter for words as I Walk past. Whispers under Drunken breath, While starting at my ass I want to claw them through eyes Let the blood pool Like the ketchup that Squirts onto the sidewalk An...

Hailey's Forest

Search This Blog