Last Piece of Cake!

[Wanted Assailant]

Birmingham, West Midlands; England, UK.

 

 

Ah, yes. We now direct you into the beautiful home of the Glens’ family, doing things in their normal day lives. The bright sun hovers over the average house. In addition, inside were people who always lead their lives and daily doings with an average way. Today is special for one boy, and that boy is Daniel Glen. Today is his tenth birthday.

 

 

“Okay! Last piece of cake, who wants it?” Danny’s mother proclaims, holding a delicious chocolate cake on a silver platter. A sliced piece - was the last piece. Colorful sprinkles and frosting decorated the soft sweet baked item. Danny gawks in awe, and his eyes widen at the sight of the cake that his mother grasps in her hands. He ignores her cheeky smile, and instead centers his interest on the extremely attractive piece.

 

“Oh shucks! I’ll take it mum!” Danny grins, feeling his heart pumping of joy. He can already taste it; his salivary glands tingling with sensation. He unhesitatingly grabs the fork and butter knife made of plastic material out of the kitchen drawer.

 

“ Now, now,” Danny’s father abruptly walks into the kitchen, unfixing his tie. “Sorry, son, but you’re fat already,” He points out his son’s plumpness. “Looks like your old man is gonna be finishing off this cake.”

 

“But dad!” Danny whines. “It’s my birthday!”

 

“Well then, if you want it that bad, looks like you’re gonna have to kill me for it,” He suggests; putting his clenching hands up in a sign of fisticuffs. Little boy Danny, with no well thoughts or hesitation, wields his two cutting utensils in agreement for battle. His dad quickly brings his arm back, and in a split second connects his fist into the abdomen of little Danny. Danny grumbles in pain, and kneels over clutching his stomach.

 

“Show me what you got, sport!” he teases, readying for what Danny has in store. Danny complies, and gradually brings himself up. He frowns; his chubby cheeks bulge and his brows curve downwards. His grip on the fork and butter knife strengthens, and his beady eyes locks onto the figure of his father. Charging at his father, he yells at the top of his lungs. The fork shanks his father in the lower stomach. The man feels the sting piercing his abdominal area, and closes his eyes in pain. He quickly retorts, kicking his son in the shins. Little Danny stumbles back and tries to ease it fast as possible by massaging it.

 

“Show daddy what you’re made of,” encouraging his fleshly son once again. His fists were brought up near his face again; acting out as one of the fighters in a boxing match he saw last night on the tube. His dad was frighteningly serious. Danny, on the other hand, was distracted by the awful attraction of the last piece of cake that sits on the kitchen table. His mouth begins to water as he admires its’ flat, round design and seductive cream. Little boy Danny couldn’t take the torture, and away he plunges his fork into the piece of cake. A chip off, he rams inside his mouth. Dad’s rage builds unsteadily as he sees his fat son, munching vigorously of the chip of cake that should rightfully belong in his mouth.

 

“Time for daddy to take his belt off!” Danny’s father yells. He unexpectedly pulls out a sub-machine, a Tec-9; He pistol whips little boy Danny in the jaw, horribly injuring his sweetened teeth. Danny falls back from the hardening impact, before cowering away under the table. His father curses out, pulling the trigger to release a parade of bullets. Lead decorates the kitchen. Danny take his chance, scurrying out the under of the table. Gasping for air, he notices his father pulling on the trigger, but no bullet ejects. Father grunts in discomfort to already waste a clip of ammo.

 

Danny rushes, slamming his leg into the groin area of his own pops. His father winces and shouts in excruciating pain, and holds his jewels dearly as he squirms on the tiled floor. Danny decides to finish off this father/son love battle for the cake, grasps the plastic knife, and chops his father’s head from his body. Danny’s mother awards him with the plate of cake, and gobbles up the scrumptious cake with his own bare, fatty hands. Sadly, his father couldn’t have an open-face funeral. But at least he was given a ceremony in his own home. His head is left on a silver platter, his tongue hanging out. Danny loves birthdays, and he certainly wants this every year.

Edited September 8, 2008 by Wanted Assailant

[Lochie_old]

Oh lord, that was hilarious.

 

It reminds me of one of those cheezy kid TV shows, the way you narrated it was very well done and extremely funny.

 

Only problem I see is just;

 

 

“Show me what you got, sport!”He teases

 

You probably want to put a space between that.

 

Keep cranking the short stories WA!

[GTArv]

That was a humorous short story.

When I first read the title, I thought it had something to do with Portal.

 

Keep up the good work!

Edited August 27, 2008 by GTArv

[mark-2007]

 

“Show me what you got, sport!”He teases

 

You probably want to put a space between that.

 

Keep cranking the short stories WA!

Also, the letter following an exclamation mark or question mark in dialogue shouldn't be capitalised unless you're using a name or I, obviously.

 

This wasn't to my taste, but it was quite well written and the recent burst of short stories are showing that you're a great writer.

[Carbine23]

What the hell? I thought the father wasn't being serious at first, and i thought Danny was going to kill him when it was a joke all along. Glad to see it was the other way around.

 

Why don't i get cake on my birthday?

 

Oh and that was a good read. Entertained me, and bought a few chuckles to my face. I can go for some cake now!

[Sathington Willoughby]

Nicely written, and pretty amusing. Can't go wrong with birthday cake!

[Wanted Assailant]

What the hell? I thought the father wasn't being serious at first, and i thought Danny was going to kill him when it was a joke all along.

 

 

 

 

No he killed him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The error is fixed. No I never played Portal.