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.
He laughed and did not know if the laugh was his. “Let’s deliver it.” cannibalcupcakeandmrbiggs link
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. Logline When a sentient bakery item and an
Title: CannibalCupcake & MrBiggs — Link The fork was warm
“Link?” the cupcake prompted.
“You’re the CannibalCupcake?” he asked, because names in graffiti tags and black-market forums had taught him not to be casual.
Flash (scene — ~300 words) The alley smelled of espresso and late rain; neon from the deli sign painted the puddles a cheap magenta. MrBiggs checked his satchel—parcels, a battered bike lock, three energy gels—and hesitated at the glow seeping from the bakery’s cracked door. Inside, under a single dangling bulb, a cupcake sat on a paper doily, frosting unnaturally glossy, eyes like twin poppy seeds tracking his step.