The Cake is not a lie!
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worldofwords::This story came out of the croudfunding creative jam for November and was inspired by prompts by (Appologies for not sending you a copy >.>! and ysabetwordsmith. It is sponsored by flamingsword who is awesome! Set in the polychrome heroics universe.::
The cake is not a lie!, part 1 of one
word count (Story only) 857
Kendle scooped the flour onto the work surface just before the bread dough hit it. “The hell? I thought we was makin’ cakes.”
“We is, jus not yet.” Kaira, the lightest of the bakers grinned, “We’s makin’ hot cross buns fuhst. We gunna color the crosses an’ surroun’ cake wif’em. Ain’t nobody know yet.”
Jasmine grinned, “ They gunna be tickled pink. All eight of’em.”
“I fuckin’ hope so.”Kendle frowned a bit, the mohogony skin of her forehead creasing with it. “I jus hope they ain’t mindin’ the extra shit. They done ordered a cake. Not cake *an’* extra shit.”
“Someone else suggested this. They payin’. They get the heat if dis don’ work.”
“Kay den.” Kendle kneaded while she spoke, making the dough for the buns, splitting it into appropriately sized balls for Kaira to score. She was the best at it. Jasmine was the best at cakes and pies.
The oven beeped, and Jasmine went to get the sheet cake. She had placed a rainbow in the middle, it’s full circle displaying all the colors. She would top it with appropriate colored frosting once the cake cooled enough.
But around it, edging each side was a different color. Black for the two whose relationship included only conversations, conversations that lasted well into the night, yet they somehow managed to function as a unit of the poly family to which this cake was going to.
Gray, for the two women whose relationship was just starting, even though they had been friends for nearly ten years now. Purple for the two nonbinaries whose relationship was full of cuddles, kisses, and passionate debates. The nerds of the family, and also the mediators, the ones who kept the whole thing from falling apart.
And white for the only opposite gendered couple, whose quiet dinners, hand clasping and discussions on food and fashion kept them glued to each other nearly as strongly as others say other intimacies would do. It didn’t matter who they were, though their names were written in sprinkles for each side of the cake. It only mattered *what* they were. To one and other, and to the family as a whole. It mattered, because the entire family was about to raise a veritable gaggle of children.
Jasmine pulled the cake from the oven, and set it on the rack to cool. It was perfect. The rainbow hadn’t been completely created yet-the frosting needed to be added, but the sheet was flawless.
Jasmine, Kaira and Kendle gazed at the masterpiece with equal awe.
“Ya know,” Kendle traced a hand gently along an edge, “Da way you done described it to us earliah? Kinda reminds me o’the three of us. We know who we is. I know I be best at kneadin’ Ya do the best scorin, Kaira.”
“An’ Jasmine. She do dis.” Kaira waved at the cake, “But we ain’t gunna have sex no time soon. Y’know? But I don’ think I could bake wid anyone else. Don’t feel right.”
The other two nodded in agreement. “So our relationship’s what, heah in da kitchen?” Jasmine grinned, “Nah, it goes outside, too. I like goin’ to bread tastin’s with you, Kendle, ‘cause ya know damn good bread. Kaira, ya got da eye I ain’t got. Even for cracked thin’s. I wouldn’ta known mah cake were cracked da other day had ya not told me. We all each otha’s peeps, ya know?”
“We gunna go through shit.”Kendle leaned back a bit, her hairnet nearly coming off her head, Black … I dunno, for me it’s like the start o’somethin. White mean it done. Like I don’t wanna go all the way deah ‘cause it means we might be dead. I want gray an’ puhple ‘cause dose be nebulous an’ passion fo me. An’ dat’s us. Us an’ our food makin’. We got a passion fo dis shit. Keeps us comin’ back togethah. Like…I dunno. Cain’t explain it. Ain’t got da words, but it do.”
Jasmine and Kaira nodded, “Kinda like Shaela come to ya for coffee an’ tea thin’s.” Kaira continued, “ She dat for Jasmine. Jasmine don’t take no one else but that woman. I hate coffee.”
“Tea be da same way fo me. An’ books? Nuh, uh. Not ‘nless dey cookbooks. Da moe bread designs in’em da bettah.” Kendle grinned at her section on the bookshelf, “Takin’ classes, too.
Jasmine chuckled. She was that way with baked goods, although other books caught her fancy, too. She got Kendle there. So much. She realized then, that they were kind of like a baking polly triad. They were friends outside of it, sure, and maybe sisters of a sort, but their relationship had started in the black void between crafting and cooking the food, and had progressed through the nebulous grayness of fighting and figuring out who did what best, into the glorious purple of passionate frenzied baking for shows. Unlike the others, she liked the white. It ment they were at peace now. Working as a well-oiled machine, and could perhaps add the fourth member of the team that both Kendle and Kaira wanted to bring aboard.
It was time, yes, indeed it was.
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ysabetwordsmith. It is sponsored by flamingsword who is awesome! Set in the polychrome heroics universe.::The cake is not a lie!, part 1 of one
word count (Story only) 857
Kendle scooped the flour onto the work surface just before the bread dough hit it. “The hell? I thought we was makin’ cakes.”
“We is, jus not yet.” Kaira, the lightest of the bakers grinned, “We’s makin’ hot cross buns fuhst. We gunna color the crosses an’ surroun’ cake wif’em. Ain’t nobody know yet.”
Jasmine grinned, “ They gunna be tickled pink. All eight of’em.”
“I fuckin’ hope so.”Kendle frowned a bit, the mohogony skin of her forehead creasing with it. “I jus hope they ain’t mindin’ the extra shit. They done ordered a cake. Not cake *an’* extra shit.”
“Someone else suggested this. They payin’. They get the heat if dis don’ work.”
“Kay den.” Kendle kneaded while she spoke, making the dough for the buns, splitting it into appropriately sized balls for Kaira to score. She was the best at it. Jasmine was the best at cakes and pies.
The oven beeped, and Jasmine went to get the sheet cake. She had placed a rainbow in the middle, it’s full circle displaying all the colors. She would top it with appropriate colored frosting once the cake cooled enough.
But around it, edging each side was a different color. Black for the two whose relationship included only conversations, conversations that lasted well into the night, yet they somehow managed to function as a unit of the poly family to which this cake was going to.
Gray, for the two women whose relationship was just starting, even though they had been friends for nearly ten years now. Purple for the two nonbinaries whose relationship was full of cuddles, kisses, and passionate debates. The nerds of the family, and also the mediators, the ones who kept the whole thing from falling apart.
And white for the only opposite gendered couple, whose quiet dinners, hand clasping and discussions on food and fashion kept them glued to each other nearly as strongly as others say other intimacies would do. It didn’t matter who they were, though their names were written in sprinkles for each side of the cake. It only mattered *what* they were. To one and other, and to the family as a whole. It mattered, because the entire family was about to raise a veritable gaggle of children.
Jasmine pulled the cake from the oven, and set it on the rack to cool. It was perfect. The rainbow hadn’t been completely created yet-the frosting needed to be added, but the sheet was flawless.
Jasmine, Kaira and Kendle gazed at the masterpiece with equal awe.
“Ya know,” Kendle traced a hand gently along an edge, “Da way you done described it to us earliah? Kinda reminds me o’the three of us. We know who we is. I know I be best at kneadin’ Ya do the best scorin, Kaira.”
“An’ Jasmine. She do dis.” Kaira waved at the cake, “But we ain’t gunna have sex no time soon. Y’know? But I don’ think I could bake wid anyone else. Don’t feel right.”
The other two nodded in agreement. “So our relationship’s what, heah in da kitchen?” Jasmine grinned, “Nah, it goes outside, too. I like goin’ to bread tastin’s with you, Kendle, ‘cause ya know damn good bread. Kaira, ya got da eye I ain’t got. Even for cracked thin’s. I wouldn’ta known mah cake were cracked da other day had ya not told me. We all each otha’s peeps, ya know?”
“We gunna go through shit.”Kendle leaned back a bit, her hairnet nearly coming off her head, Black … I dunno, for me it’s like the start o’somethin. White mean it done. Like I don’t wanna go all the way deah ‘cause it means we might be dead. I want gray an’ puhple ‘cause dose be nebulous an’ passion fo me. An’ dat’s us. Us an’ our food makin’. We got a passion fo dis shit. Keeps us comin’ back togethah. Like…I dunno. Cain’t explain it. Ain’t got da words, but it do.”
Jasmine and Kaira nodded, “Kinda like Shaela come to ya for coffee an’ tea thin’s.” Kaira continued, “ She dat for Jasmine. Jasmine don’t take no one else but that woman. I hate coffee.”
“Tea be da same way fo me. An’ books? Nuh, uh. Not ‘nless dey cookbooks. Da moe bread designs in’em da bettah.” Kendle grinned at her section on the bookshelf, “Takin’ classes, too.
Jasmine chuckled. She was that way with baked goods, although other books caught her fancy, too. She got Kendle there. So much. She realized then, that they were kind of like a baking polly triad. They were friends outside of it, sure, and maybe sisters of a sort, but their relationship had started in the black void between crafting and cooking the food, and had progressed through the nebulous grayness of fighting and figuring out who did what best, into the glorious purple of passionate frenzied baking for shows. Unlike the others, she liked the white. It ment they were at peace now. Working as a well-oiled machine, and could perhaps add the fourth member of the team that both Kendle and Kaira wanted to bring aboard.
It was time, yes, indeed it was.
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