1000 Slices of Cake
People had tried for thousands of years to eat the infamous 1000 cake slices.... Nobody had succeeded. But one day that all changed...
Bob wobbled down the stairs, tired. He walked over the creaky auburn planks and bounced his way to the front door. Stumbling over the golden threshold and out onto the street, Bob barely kept his balance. He staggered to the bus stop and hopped onto the banana yellow bus. Finally! he thought, I can sit down. All the other kids sat together, chattering excitedly but not Bob... he took up two seats, all by himself. A short few minutes later he had to stand up again. He groaned as he lifted himself off the sticky seat. Early morning light shone through the school bus window and Bob shielded his eyes with his pink, meaty hands. Ugh... school... Bob thought as he entered the tall school building.
The next day...
A repetitive alarm bounced through Bob's ears and his completely hollow head as he kicked his bright purple blanket away. With a thump and a long, tired groan, Bob rolled onto the carpet of his bedroom, which was flooded with chocolate wrappers and coke cans. With a struggle, Bob slowly pulled himself up and like every day, he tried to flatten his messy brown hair. Like every day, he ate too much breakfast. Like every day, he wobbled down the stairs, tired. And, like every d-
The '1000 slices of cake' challenge is open again, to anybody who would like to enter. But be warned, nobody has ever survived the challenge of eating 1000 slices of cake. Call 123456789 if you would like to enter! The competition is next week! We are not responsible if you die... an enthusiastic voice yell came from the radio sitting on top of the open fridge.
Like lightning, Bob slammed his sticky fingers against the shivering phone.
"Yeth, I wood wike to entha!" Bob spat into the phone, his pink face wobbling up and down.
1 week later...
"Welcome everyone to the 4612th annual 1000 cake slice eating challenge! Today our contestants are... Mr Ham Hands...!" a loud clap spread through the sea of heads that was the audience. "Bob-" a warm roar of support rushed through the crowd. Bob went a hot shade of pink. "...and Justin Bieber!" The only noise there was wind blowing through the trees.
"Can I eat cake now?" Bob whined, impatiently.
They all ignored him.
Huge plates of cake were carried out, the creamy brown cake stacked on top of eachother, like a mountain. One plate placed in front of Mr Ham Hands, one in front of Justin Bieber and very last, one in front of Bob. Bob licked his lips hungrily.
"Okay, three, two-"
Bob grabbed handfuls of creamy, brown chocolate cake and shoved it into his hungry mouth. His accuracy... wasn't great and as a result he ended up with sticky brown icing around his mouth. Slowly, the mountain of cake grew smaller and smaller.
Suddenly, Justin Bieber dropped dead. Cheers flooded the audience but Bob didn't care, he just
kept eating.
Bob looked to his left. Justin Bieber's body was being carried away on a stretcher. Bob looked to his right. Mr Ham Hands was slowing down. But Bob won't. If anything, this motivated him more, he was going to- Mr Ham Hands collapsed on the cold, hard concrete, dead. Wait... but this meant Bob had won... "Bob you can stop eating now!"
Bob just drowned out the voices. He didn't care. Still hungry, Bob shoved the last slices down his full throat.
"He... He's done it... He... ATE 1000 SLICES OF CAKE!"
Still covered in chocolate cake, Bob heaved himself off of the frightened blue chair..
"Wait... what is Bob doing...?"
"What? He's still hungry?"
Quiet murmurs blew through the audience.
Bob eating the rest of Justin and Mr Ham Hands' cake.
"How does he do it?"
21 years later...
"Welcome to the 4633rd annual 1000 slice of cake eating competition! Today we have with us.... Special guest, Bob! Bob, how does it feel to be the only person to ever win this competition?"
"Good." Bob barely spat out, his sweaty, pink face wobbling up and down, just like that day 21 years ago. Although he barely remembers it, he was smart enough to at least now know that he was famous.
THE END
