(from Writer’s Digest Writing Prompt: Use the name of a candle fragrance to inspire your next story-Vanilla Cupcake, etc…)
“Josiah ate all of the vanilla cupcakes again, Mom!” Beverly had had enough of her older brother’s selfishness and was dead set on resolving the matter. As she crossed her small arms tightly against her chest, her entire body from head to toe expressed her intense displeasure. Her mother felt similar feelings of disgust towards Josiah,”I told you to leave a couple of cupcakes for your sister. Now head to your room and think long and hard about why sharing is important. And don’t come out of there until you’re good and ready to apologize.” “Aw geez, Mom,” he exclaimed in the deep frustration only a teenager could emphasize,”I was really hungry!” With his head hanging down, he stomped his feet all the way to his room upstairs. He simply couldn’t understand why his family took matters like this so seriously. Since he saw absolutely nothing wrong with devouring too many cupcakes, he resolved to forget about this problem that, in his mind, wasn’t a problem at all. So he decided to lay in bed, put on some headphones and listen to his favorite music for a while.
After a time, he started to drift off…
At first, everything in front of him was a blur. Then, slowly, his eyes began to adjust to his surroundings. In fact, something massive was looming over him, and this made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It appeared to be a lumpy mound of mashed potatoes or vanilla bean ice cream with big, round, glaring eyes and sharp, gnashing teeth. As his eyes adjusted further, he noticed an entire army of these strange creatures. And they were all staring straight at him with comical yet malicious expressions on their huge, mushy faces. “Do you want to eat us now?” the first one boomed in an angry voice. The rest of them began to close in on Josiah in the most menacing manner as something finally dawned on him. He was conversating with a group of monstrous-sized cupcakes, and they wanted revenge for all of those times he greedily gobbled them up. He steadily began to back up, inch by inch, but he immediately hit the wall. The first cupcake, who seemed to be the leader and spokesperson, told him loudly and maliciously,”Now we’re going to munch on you!”
“Noooooooo!” Josiah yelled at the top of his lungs. As he woke up, he tried desperately to escape his delicious but violent attackers only to realize he’d been dreaming. Taking notice of the bright morning sun streaming peacefully through his window, he lay awake in contemplation. Now that was no ordinary dream, and I’ll never eat more than my share of cupcakes again, he thought to himself.
Moral of the Story: Eating someone else’s cupcakes might be exciting, but the price paid for selfishness won’t be worth it in the end.