The Bride and the Cake
I woke up and looked outside the window of my hotel room to see that is was a beautiful day and that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. My stomach bubbled in anticipation of getting to marry the man of my dreams. Every aspect was going to be perfect, even the cake was the best cake I had ever seen in my life. It was a beautiful six layer cake with pink candy roses going around every layer. The wedding was at four o’clock meaning I only had six hours to get myself and everyone else ready.
Two hours before the wedding and the cake is nowhere to be found. I can’t believe not one person can find the cake, it couldn’t have just disappeared.
“Where the stupid cake?!” I yelled in growing anger. Of course no one responds though, why should it matter what the bride wants right? Finally almost half an hour later I hear a voice call from downstairs,
“The cake has just arrived, and it looks great!” A wave of relief went through my body at that moment; I could finally focus on what really mattered. The wedding was had on a beautiful tropical beach in Hawaii. It was like I was hypnotized the whole time the only thing that I remember saying was,
“I do.” Tears were flowing down my cheeks and an overwhelming sense of joy going through my body. The reception afterwards was just as great as the wedding. Beautiful glasses and table sets on every table, it was truly a sight to see. As me and my husband John walked in, I immediately noticed the cake. It was stunning; I was ready to skip dinner just to have a piece of the breath taking cake.
Dinner was excellent; everything was perfect, from the salad to the main course of prime rib; which was beautifully cooked to perfection. Now it was time for the best part the cake. I wasn’t about to forget that. I skipped out a little on dinner just to save room for the cake. We all lined up for cake and my husband and I were the first in line. As the caterer was cutting the cake, I had a funny thought. What if the cake was scared to be here? What if the cake had thoughts and feelings? What if the cake was silently sobbing on the inside saying, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” the poor cake most likely had a fear of utensils, I would be scared too if a big three pronged object came at me trying break a piece of me off.
As I sat down and started eating my piece of cake a slight feeling of guilt flushed over me. I really had a feeling that we had hurt the cake, but it was so good and scrumptious I couldn’t help but eat it. I went to bed that night slightly disturbed. I didn’t mention it to my husband because I knew he wouldn’t believe me, I guess I will never know if the cake had feelings.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
WA5-Draft 1
Wedding Cake?
It was a beautiful day for a wedding, the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud anywhere in the sky. While the wedding ceremonies were in progress the caterers were busily rushing back and forth to set up the reception and dinner. The tables were set with a beautiful deep red cloth, and matching napkins. The glasses that were used were a fantastic crystal, that in the grooms opinion were way too expensive. All the preparations were done except for one thing. The cake. It was a beautiful cake; it was six layers with beautiful pink candy roses on every layer. The cake was the center piece of the whole reception hall.
To be honest that was the only the thing the wedding guest were thinking about during the wedding. All they wanted was to get to the reception and get taste a piece of that beautiful, moist, sweet, and delicious cake. The cake new everyone's agenda, but there was no way that the cake could get away. It's not like the cake could just get up and walk out. Three o'clock came rolling around and the cake new that the guest would be on their way, and they would be hungry. The only chance of the cake surviving would be if every guest got stuffed of the main course and just flat out refused to eat cake.
The sound of the knives cutting the prime rib was unbearable to the cake. If it wasn't for the beams holding up each layer of the cake it surely would have collapsed. The cake had now been moved from the center of the room to the side of the room to be prepared for cutting.
Finally the announcement came, "Time for cake!" the groom shouted in eager anticipation. Now the panic was really starting to set in, what was the cake going to do? The cake couldn’t move, it couldn’t make a sound and the chances of someone knocking it over now were slim to none. The guest starting lining up with their plates to get a piece of this delicious cake.
The waiter approached from behind the table, but he wasn't alone, he had friends. The cakes worst enemy… the knife. On the inside the cake was sobbing, finally realizing that it was definitely going to be eaten. The cakes final moments seemed to go in slow motion, everyone just waiting to get their greasy gravy covered utensils into the almost god like cake. If the cake was going to die, then it would want to be eaten by forks, not spoons, forks. Spoons have bad habits of changing people, making them greedy or even making them come back for seconds. Spoons were the spawn of Satan, along with knives.
The edge of the knife was cold, cold and sharp, cold, sharp and unforgiving. As the knife was slicing through the cake, the cake could feel its life starting to slip away. Then all of the sudden, the cakes life faded away. It faded deep into the bowels of every guest that attended the wedding. The cake was gone forever.
It was a beautiful day for a wedding, the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud anywhere in the sky. While the wedding ceremonies were in progress the caterers were busily rushing back and forth to set up the reception and dinner. The tables were set with a beautiful deep red cloth, and matching napkins. The glasses that were used were a fantastic crystal, that in the grooms opinion were way too expensive. All the preparations were done except for one thing. The cake. It was a beautiful cake; it was six layers with beautiful pink candy roses on every layer. The cake was the center piece of the whole reception hall.
To be honest that was the only the thing the wedding guest were thinking about during the wedding. All they wanted was to get to the reception and get taste a piece of that beautiful, moist, sweet, and delicious cake. The cake new everyone's agenda, but there was no way that the cake could get away. It's not like the cake could just get up and walk out. Three o'clock came rolling around and the cake new that the guest would be on their way, and they would be hungry. The only chance of the cake surviving would be if every guest got stuffed of the main course and just flat out refused to eat cake.
The sound of the knives cutting the prime rib was unbearable to the cake. If it wasn't for the beams holding up each layer of the cake it surely would have collapsed. The cake had now been moved from the center of the room to the side of the room to be prepared for cutting.
Finally the announcement came, "Time for cake!" the groom shouted in eager anticipation. Now the panic was really starting to set in, what was the cake going to do? The cake couldn’t move, it couldn’t make a sound and the chances of someone knocking it over now were slim to none. The guest starting lining up with their plates to get a piece of this delicious cake.
The waiter approached from behind the table, but he wasn't alone, he had friends. The cakes worst enemy… the knife. On the inside the cake was sobbing, finally realizing that it was definitely going to be eaten. The cakes final moments seemed to go in slow motion, everyone just waiting to get their greasy gravy covered utensils into the almost god like cake. If the cake was going to die, then it would want to be eaten by forks, not spoons, forks. Spoons have bad habits of changing people, making them greedy or even making them come back for seconds. Spoons were the spawn of Satan, along with knives.
The edge of the knife was cold, cold and sharp, cold, sharp and unforgiving. As the knife was slicing through the cake, the cake could feel its life starting to slip away. Then all of the sudden, the cakes life faded away. It faded deep into the bowels of every guest that attended the wedding. The cake was gone forever.
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