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The Cake of Everlasting Life
There was once a skinny woman who worked in a marmer palace in Switzerland - as a cleaning maid. She was 21 years old and her name was Belle. She was blonde because of her Russian descent, though her dad was Italian.
She was skinny because she did not get enough to eat. But she seldom envied the fact that the twin princesses and the queen she worked for, Cordelia, Odina and the Queen Merciana ate cake for breakfast daily, with every lunch and after every supper.
About 6 kinds, to be exact. Lemon meringue blueberry, dark chocolate peppermint, raspberry white chocolate, etc.
But then, one day, while the cook and her helpers were preparing treats for a dinner party, Belle overheard one of them say: "Cake was going to be served at the party, of course. Queen Merciana doesn't care much fot dancing, but cake is something even 65 year olds can enjoy!" She laughed. "In fact, they say the type of cake they'e importing from Italy is a kind that can add decades to your life."
At first, Belle didn't believe any of this. She was shrewd and skeptical, and though it was only the early modern ages - 1780, to be exact, she didn't fall for every fairytale myth and absurd fable people were prone to believe in those times.
But on the evening of the famous dinner party - after the guests had left, she approached the table to help herself to a sweet bite from their leftovers. In the middle of the 200 yard long, narrow white marble table, there stood a 6 layer cake which the cook labeled as "the cake of everlasting life."
Apparently, the food had been so much that the guests didn't even bother to taste the most renowned dessert.
Yup, it was chocolate - lava, and topped with whipped cream, cherries, strawberries, gooseberries and blackberries.
So...maybe Belle ought to have a taste. With her fingers. She licked of a spoonful of cream with a blackberry on top. Okay...now some lava. Maybe some actual cake...ooh. The taste WAS simply too good to be true.
About 2 minutes later, she realized she had eaten an entire piece of cake altogether - now the edges were full of holes. Clasping a hand over her dirty mouth, Bella turned and blindly fled the scene of the crime. a Mouse might have sunk its stinky, poisonous teeth into the heaven that was enchanted chocolate lava cake, after all...
But the sin had been committed. And it showed. Bella was getting fatter...she literally gained 5 pounds overnight. Every day she was getting fatter...and fatter...and fatter. Because every day she had a lick or a crumb of that enchanted cake.
Her face turned fuller, yet more youthful. She seemed to be getting younger...though she was slowly getting fatter...and fatter...and even fatter still. One morning, when Belle looked in the mirror she saw a tall 10 year old girl covered in cake sized fat rolls nearly from head to toe.
She didn't feel heavier. She could run and dance and mount a horse in the gallop. Barely, though. Her clothes didn't fit tightly. They suited her. Her cheeks seemed do healthily red they almost seemed unhealthy. The rest of her face was white.
One day, Belle had to lay down the broom and sit down on the floor. She didn't feel right. She began to feel sick. Her face was yellow. She wanted to puke out all the enchanted cake and all the rolls of fat and all the despair and every sorrow.
She didn't want to look like a massive slice of Swiss Roll or a colossal Rolo anymore. She wanted to look in the mirror every day and recognize herself. She wanted to be normal, but she couldn't stop herself from (secretly) eating that cake out of the freezer every day. It didn't taste good to her anymore.
Her friend, Nadia, stood next to her wirh a hand gently placed on her head when Belle looked up from her cross legged spot on the floor. "How are you, my girl friend? I'm getting more and more worried about you, you know..."
Belle's eyes sank to the bottom of the Dead Sea. She let her head fall back limply and groaned. "I know!"
When her friend started swaying from side to side, Nadia bent down and raised her to her feet, supporting her with her whole body. Belle's teeth felt the apple in her friend's hand. Weaky, she gnashed into it. Her bites were slow and feeble, her legs were dangling and bending.
After the first few bites, the enchanted maid started, very slow, to show signs of life again. Her eyes fluttered open. Belle's heartbeat picked up. Then, her legs straightened. Her back lined up. Her chin lifted and she opened her eyes in gratitude to her friend.
"Thank you, Nadia." She squeezed the scullery maid's hand.
Moral of the story: Puking out the cake that tasted sweet at the start, but will do nothing to nourish and energize your muscles and brain, but draws you to it like a junkie to drugs, doesn't work. You need some apples in your life to set right the evils (turmoil) of cake in your stomach.
Disclaimer: Tell me if you found this a boring story... whether spiritually enlightening or not! Please, be honest. I need to mentally grow as a writer also, not just you emotionally as a reader. Feels like I used to be way better at writing than I am now, in a sense.
© @elsastrauss7
She was skinny because she did not get enough to eat. But she seldom envied the fact that the twin princesses and the queen she worked for, Cordelia, Odina and the Queen Merciana ate cake for breakfast daily, with every lunch and after every supper.
About 6 kinds, to be exact. Lemon meringue blueberry, dark chocolate peppermint, raspberry white chocolate, etc.
But then, one day, while the cook and her helpers were preparing treats for a dinner party, Belle overheard one of them say: "Cake was going to be served at the party, of course. Queen Merciana doesn't care much fot dancing, but cake is something even 65 year olds can enjoy!" She laughed. "In fact, they say the type of cake they'e importing from Italy is a kind that can add decades to your life."
At first, Belle didn't believe any of this. She was shrewd and skeptical, and though it was only the early modern ages - 1780, to be exact, she didn't fall for every fairytale myth and absurd fable people were prone to believe in those times.
But on the evening of the famous dinner party - after the guests had left, she approached the table to help herself to a sweet bite from their leftovers. In the middle of the 200 yard long, narrow white marble table, there stood a 6 layer cake which the cook labeled as "the cake of everlasting life."
Apparently, the food had been so much that the guests didn't even bother to taste the most renowned dessert.
Yup, it was chocolate - lava, and topped with whipped cream, cherries, strawberries, gooseberries and blackberries.
So...maybe Belle ought to have a taste. With her fingers. She licked of a spoonful of cream with a blackberry on top. Okay...now some lava. Maybe some actual cake...ooh. The taste WAS simply too good to be true.
About 2 minutes later, she realized she had eaten an entire piece of cake altogether - now the edges were full of holes. Clasping a hand over her dirty mouth, Bella turned and blindly fled the scene of the crime. a Mouse might have sunk its stinky, poisonous teeth into the heaven that was enchanted chocolate lava cake, after all...
But the sin had been committed. And it showed. Bella was getting fatter...she literally gained 5 pounds overnight. Every day she was getting fatter...and fatter...and fatter. Because every day she had a lick or a crumb of that enchanted cake.
Her face turned fuller, yet more youthful. She seemed to be getting younger...though she was slowly getting fatter...and fatter...and even fatter still. One morning, when Belle looked in the mirror she saw a tall 10 year old girl covered in cake sized fat rolls nearly from head to toe.
She didn't feel heavier. She could run and dance and mount a horse in the gallop. Barely, though. Her clothes didn't fit tightly. They suited her. Her cheeks seemed do healthily red they almost seemed unhealthy. The rest of her face was white.
One day, Belle had to lay down the broom and sit down on the floor. She didn't feel right. She began to feel sick. Her face was yellow. She wanted to puke out all the enchanted cake and all the rolls of fat and all the despair and every sorrow.
She didn't want to look like a massive slice of Swiss Roll or a colossal Rolo anymore. She wanted to look in the mirror every day and recognize herself. She wanted to be normal, but she couldn't stop herself from (secretly) eating that cake out of the freezer every day. It didn't taste good to her anymore.
Her friend, Nadia, stood next to her wirh a hand gently placed on her head when Belle looked up from her cross legged spot on the floor. "How are you, my girl friend? I'm getting more and more worried about you, you know..."
Belle's eyes sank to the bottom of the Dead Sea. She let her head fall back limply and groaned. "I know!"
When her friend started swaying from side to side, Nadia bent down and raised her to her feet, supporting her with her whole body. Belle's teeth felt the apple in her friend's hand. Weaky, she gnashed into it. Her bites were slow and feeble, her legs were dangling and bending.
After the first few bites, the enchanted maid started, very slow, to show signs of life again. Her eyes fluttered open. Belle's heartbeat picked up. Then, her legs straightened. Her back lined up. Her chin lifted and she opened her eyes in gratitude to her friend.
"Thank you, Nadia." She squeezed the scullery maid's hand.
Moral of the story: Puking out the cake that tasted sweet at the start, but will do nothing to nourish and energize your muscles and brain, but draws you to it like a junkie to drugs, doesn't work. You need some apples in your life to set right the evils (turmoil) of cake in your stomach.
Disclaimer: Tell me if you found this a boring story... whether spiritually enlightening or not! Please, be honest. I need to mentally grow as a writer also, not just you emotionally as a reader. Feels like I used to be way better at writing than I am now, in a sense.
© @elsastrauss7
