DOM
The Game
I was sweating. Already tired after playing for over eighty minutes. It wasn’t helping that the coach and my teammates kept screaming insults at me. What about my self-esteem? Idiots. True, I had missed three chances. I had managed to put one in. Pure luck. But it’s why I was still on. Playing. Finally! There was the ball I was waiting for. Gerald had drilled a powerful cross, I escaped my marker and jumped. I saw the keeper react, so I aimed low to the left. Goal! Winning is fantastic. But beating your rival? It’s icing on the cake.
NORVAL JOE
The icing on the cake came the next morning when Billbert’s mother woke them up. He heard his mother’s voice and realized she stood at his feet with a perfect view of Sabrina and him. Sabrina lay almost on top of him, face down, her chin tucked over his right shoulder, her arm and chest across his and her right knee between his thighs.
Billbert cleared his throat, rousing Sabrina. “She couldn’t sleep and wanted to hold my hand.”
Humorless, his mother said, “Right. I think we need to go to her place and pick up some of her clothes.”
SERENDIPIDY
They found me under a table, surrounded by crumbled fruit cake, greedily stuffing what remained of the icing on the cake into my mouth.
It was the only bit I liked – marzipan and icing – the cake itself was gross.
My stepmother was horrified. I’d destroyed the wedding cake, and ruined the happiest day of her life.
I didn’t care. I hated her, hated weddings and hated the stupid dress she’d made me wear.
But, I loved icing. Although, it really didn’t like me.
As the bride found out shortly after, when I vomited it back out, all over her dress!
TOM
much nuts and blots execution. The size of the event or the location did not matter. When L. X. Marthers contacted Bruce to plan his daughter’s 16th birthday party, he had only one request: Over the top. At first Bruce turned the gig down. That was until Mama Marthers whispered in his ear. He said, “That would be doable and that would truly be the icing on the cake metaphorically speaking. Taylor Swift bursting out of cake. Jaw dropping moment.
RICHARD
Happy Birthday!
Pastry chef… Don’t be fooled by the title, more like a second rate cook. But that’s what they called the dozen of us on the production line, turning out hundreds of cakes a day for the mass market.
I hated the job, more than that, I hated my boss. A mean guy who cared nothing for his staff.
Then one day, I was told to make an extra special cake for the boss’ birthday, ‘and don’t you dare screw it up!’
I made it extra special, all right.
With my own special ‘icing’ on the cake.
Know what I mean?
LIZZIE
I bought a ticket. It didn’t matter where to. I got on the train and closed my eyes. Things would get better. There was a commotion on the platform. Voices shouting, people rushing. When they called out my name, I sank in my seat. But why would I hide? I was a grown woman. I could go anywhere I wanted. Are you this person? Yes. Come with us. Why? And then I knew. She had called the cops on me. My daughter is missing… Oh, I’m so worried. Yes, she wanted me back. The icing on her sadistic little cake.
PLANET Z
At the beginning of the school year, Mr. Craig would challenge students to raise money for an end-of-year school trip to somewhere fun.
The class would hold bake sales and car washes, handing Mr. Craig the proceeds.
At the end of the year, Mr. Craig would say the class fell short of their goal, and would pocket the money.
This went on for years, until one class warned the next class about Mr. Craig.
During one of the car washes, Mr. Craig drove up and handed over his keys.
The kids covered the car with shaving cream, inside and out.