A few days ago, to celebrate the 100th day for #Freewrite group, @improv and I had a blast co-writing a story about a cakeaholic clown named Bonzo. In one of the many fantastic comments that followed, @jrhughes, @improv and I had a conversation involving murderous clowns, cake addiction, and the need for a prequel.
Then, @jrhughes sent this:
Who could resist that command? Lucky for me, @improv said he was down for another co-write! This time around, instead of writing for 1 minute each, we chose the 3rd option (I'll write for 5 minutes and then @improv will take the story over from there). I'll post the link to his continuation below. Thank you to @jrhughes and @improv for keeping this party going!
The children were still laughing when Bonzo left the yard. Pamela caught up with him, a plate of cake in her hand, and whispered in his ear, "It's red velvet, your favorite."
Bonzo smiled, she was cute but, she was wrong. He hadn't tasted his favorite in hundreds of years...
Bos had been looking for a way out of the palace when he first smelled it. While his family saw it as an honor and an opportunity to perform for the young King's birthday, all he wanted to do was run. To sprint to the river, jump into the cool water and let it take him FAR away. He'd heard from the other laborers about what happened to those that displeased his highness. What if the King didn't laugh? He would very much like to keep his arms and his head where they were, thank you.
He'd been creeping along another long, neverending hallway, past the kitchens and their heat, when the aroma of cinnamon captured him, leading him into a room. His stomach howled, the meager crackers he'd eaten earlier hadn't smelled like this! Following the scent, he came to a table filled with cakes.
Dripping with honey, speckled with dates and surrounded by flowers, they must have come from the heavens! Bos's hand reached out, there were so many, surely one wouldn't be missed. Then he paused, touching the King's cakes would enrage the Gods. There was also the matter of the guards...who weren't in the room...
The sticky cake felt heavy in his hand. When had he taken one? Bos was returning the cake when, from behind, he heard a harsh voice call out, "You there!"
Take it away @improv!
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