Can we write a short story about a cake with human personalities in exactly 251 words?
by Bumble print
This is a fairy tale in which commences like no other, full of twists and turns, rambles and scrambles. Meet Scrum, a strawberry scented mars-bar flavoured spice cake. Now, Scrum was the kind of cake in which would be sat upon the baker’s shelf for days on end – Scrum was a very stale cake. If you cast your eyes over to the cashier you will notice a very fragile young lady, a lady who goes by the name of Kim.
Now Kim, she was the stereotypical cake baker, bold ebony glasses, black hair tied back and a pinny around her waist, she was fond of Scrum, everyone was, but, nobody would buy him. Why you may ask? Well, who wants a stale cake?
Sunday afternoon soon came around, the last Sunday of the month, the Sunday where Paul, the local cake shop manager would come do a little inspection, of course, he wanted to throw Scrum straight into the bin once he had seen him sat with his little frowned face!
His eyes narrowed into Kim’s, his hand scooped down across Scrums little red casing, “Yikes”, an Australian sounding cake! How could that be? Scrum? He could verbalize? He’s Australian? Kim’s face grew wide, as wide as a unicorn’s backside in fact! She optically canvassed Paul, who looked back to Kim, who then looked towards Scrum – A spice cake in which just bolted out of Paul’s hands and sat back inside the counter, right beside of the Peach Melba.
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