Write a short story about the life of a cake.
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thank you =)
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Cheers!
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The whole life of the cake was a lie.
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Thanks !
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The Enrichment Center is required to remind you that you will be baked, and then there will be cake.
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Thank you very much!
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thanks for the chance :)
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It got eaten! Thanks :)
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Ty mate
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I'm more familiar with 'Life of Pi' :)
Thanks.
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There was cake, and then I eated it. :<
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A cake sits alone in a dark room, lit only by white noise from an old TV screen. A photograph of his family sits on the table beside his seat, which he turns away from himself. Nearby on that same table sits a revolver holding a single bullet. The cake looks at the glass of whisky he's holding in his lap, lingering, wondering where it all went wrong. He takes a deep breath and downs what's left in his glass. Looking over to the revolver, he tries to work up some nerve to do what he's contemplated for months now. The months since he was dismissed from the force. The months since his wife left. The months since his son started calling another man "dad". The months since he lost his dignity, his hope, his fight. Unable to carry out the deed, he grabs the bottle of liquor from the floor beside his chair. It's dusty- four years sober, he still remembers the talk she gave him, newly pregnant, demanding a change for the better. She and that child saved him. He caught himself staring at his reflection in the bottle. Some time had passed as the ash from his cigarette fell and burned his fingers. He threw the bottle against the wall behind the television and grabbed the revolver. Spinning the cylinder, he inhaled deeply and pressed the gun to his temple. Slowly he exhaled and squeezed the trigger...
Click
Gasping for air in a surge of adrenaline, he began sobbing uncontrollably.
"My life is a lie." he wept.
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You, sir, deserve to win this giveaway.
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Thank you for this :)
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Once upon a time, they lived happily ever after. The end.
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What cake ?
everybody knows cake is a lie
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my girlfriend bakes the cake, i eat the cake... the end xD
and thanks!
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Thank you :)
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