Cake
My nostrils decoded the sweet, savory taste of a delicious vanilla cake almost instantaneously; my heavy eyelids open grudgingly. Surrounded by my cheerful family, my fluffy white dog, and my spontaneous mom retrieving the cake from the blazing oven, I could not help but smile and be happy as well. The light brown table is bared down with the elbows of my mom’s hungry customers. “Sizzle!” sputters the newly baked cake. An overhead fan whispers overhead, somewhat prominent from the rest of the room’s sound. Delight fills my waiting ears as, “Clang!” the plate supporting the scrumptious white cake lands on the table. Before anyone could stop me, I procure a finger-full of frivolous frosting. As my naughty index- finger scoops a morsel of deliciousness, I first feel the soft, foamy texture of the cake and then, “Wha-Bam!” My mom’s agile hand attacks my own in less then a second. My wrist throbbing and vibrating, I decide to lay off the cake. My piece cut and finally in front of me, my fork dives into the cake. In haste to retrieve the flavor, I choke on a mouthful. My neck tightens, my veins bulge, like bubbles ready to pop. I spit it out of my throat, my ordeal over. My lungs expand with fresh air; I a little dizzy from the situation, but my dumbstruck brain returns to sanity. Staring intently into my color-flushed face, my family checks that I am alive. I signify the truth of my existence by taking another, much slower bite of cake. “Finally,” I sigh to myself, “heaven.” The sweet, sugary flavors cascade into my mouth like an avalanche. The aftertaste of sweetness renders me drowsy, and my brain slips into a comfortable sleep.
For my writing class this year, I had a fun time. Nice teacher, good teaching skills... anyway, I was assigned homework every night for the 15 days I was employed in the class. Just so happened that my teacher was a literature and composition teacher (A.K.A. Grammer) so that is what I learned up until the last three days of the class. We actually did some creative writing for our creative writing class (no way right?). this piece of homework was one in the third to last day so we had just started writing creatively. My original prompt was to appeal to the seven senses using descriptive and thought-provoking words. I am content with my work here; one of my more substantial scripts if you ask me.
