Cheese Cake

Woman on a Diet

       How dare he! He knows all the trouble I've put into this. He knows how hard I've worked to get this far. But he still does it. Sets it right there, perfectly in my view. It's torture I say! Pure torture! Don't get me wrong, I love him to death, but sometimes... 

       Well it's sitting there, all pretty and dressed up. I know if I reach to move it away I'll only be closer to failing. The temptation is just to great! It's mocking me, laughing and pointing its cherry covered finger right at my face, along with its four-tined friend by its side. It's like staring at sin itself. How could he even think to lay that goodness in my view? It's my favorite. Plain, creamy, smothered with the best cherry filling on the planet, all on top of an extra thick graham cracker crust. Now he's reaching for it. But it's mine! He can't do that! I want to shove the splendor of that huge slice into my face and... No, stop. I wasn't going to eat it anyway.

Her Lumberjack Husband

        It has been felled. It had to be done. And who better than me to do it. It now sits in front of my face, perfectly poised, all red and white, awaiting its fate. But how is it to be done?Should I slice it? Take it apart in small bits at a time, savoring the deliciousness? No, this pleasure is to great to be thought of carefully. Yes, I shall do it all at once. I shove the whole slice into my mouth, enjoying every moment of sinful pleasure. I really shouldn't eat it in front of her, but it's too late for that.

Two Voices - Diving Board

In a creative writing class I took we had to write a conversation going on inside someones head with them self. So here it is...


Oh! I'm so nervous! Legs, please stop shaking, I might fall!
  Cut it out you'll be fine.
Yeah, I guess your right.
  Come on honey, you haven't gone past the first step yet, and there's a line behind you.
Oh, heh heh. Okay, here's one step, now two...oh!  I don't know if I can do this!
  Don't worry, look it's only three more steps to the platform. come on, don't let your little  brother show you up! 
Great okay, I'm up.
  Don't grip the railing so tight, your knuckles are turning white. Just relax now, and walk the   plank.
Walk the plank!?
  No, wait, that's not what I meant. Just , step out onto the board. 
Oh, it's kind of cold and wet.
  Well yeah, you're five feet above water!
Five feet? that's it?
  Um, yeah.
Well that doesn't sounds so bad.
  You're right, it isn't. Okay, we're at the end now. Just put your toes on the edge and jump in. 
Okay, here I go, one...two...two and a half...two and three quarters...
  Oh for crying out loud, here we go!
NO, WAIT, AHHHHHHH!

A Trip to the Lake

        Waves of clear blue crash over us, soaking to the core, as the nose goes under our own wake once again. Most of the girls giggle and laugh, but the boys lightheartedly complain that they were cold enough already. The motor whirs in my head and I feel the rumble of it's vibrations under my seat.  
        I feel a rush of adrenaline as we speed up and watch the next skier take his turn.   He attempts to cross over a wake but a sudden jerk from the boat makes him loose his balance and he plunges into the depths of the lake. As we gradually slow down, I reach into the foam that curls up the side of our vessel. The feeling is cool and surprising to the touch. I may not venture out onto the end of the ski rope  as I had originally planed. The boy in the water is shivering and is helped aboard by some of his friends. Water cascades off of him and puddles on the deck. 
        Everyone is becoming a bit drowsy, and we decide to leave for the shore. The driver speeds up once more, eager to lie on the sand, warmed by the blazing summer sun. We come upon the beach quickly and our driver cuts the gas. We slowly drift towards the dock, bobbing up and down next to the bright orange buoy, lightly sprinkled with  droppings from the occasionally passing seagull. 
        As I stand up to exit the speedboat, firm hands grasp both sides of my life jacket and I'm thrown overboard! The cold water tingles all over and my nerves are screaming at me. As I break the surface of the water I gasp loudly and see two of my best guy friends  doubled over with laughter waist high in the lake of seaweed. A war of waves immediately engulfs our group  and no one avoids the icey chill.  Ah, what a day it has been.

Fetch

       My tongue rolls over the mass of green fuzz caught in my teeth, and drool flies from the corners of my mouth as my feet pound on the expanse of a dew covered, freshly cut lawn racing the crisp fall breeze that covers my body. I soon stop next to my play mate and drop the slime covered toy at her feet. She picks it up gingerly and swings back to throw it again. I'm a blur, even before it leaves her hand. This is what I live for! My ears flap up and down against my head as I bound across the field. I can't make my legs run fast enough! I see a flash of green to my side, then leap high into the air and twist my body around. SNAP! MY teeth clench around rubber fiercely, as if someone may take it away before I have time to boast of my achievement.
        My girl jogs over to my side. I move away to keep my prize away from her grasp, but instead she puts her hands on both sides of my head and runs her slender fingers through my fur. They move back behind my ears, and I almost fall over from the pleasure of the moment. 
        Just as great as the enjoyment of her love for me is the thrill of the chase, and we end before beginning. We're up again, my tail going so fast it jerks my whole body from side to side. During my moment of pure bliss she managed to steal the soaked toy from my protection. She again reels back. The green ball and I are gone in a rolling gust of wind. If I was in charge, this day would never end.