It was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

  • It was the greatest thing since sliced bread. It was doughy, compact, had a long shelf life. Sure it was squishy but is also cheap. People didn't love it, but they bought it. It wa

  • s all Sam said he could afford to buy Susan for her birthday. "Go on; take it." "Wow," she said, after unwrapping the spongy parcel. "Wow! Fruitcake...you shouldn't have."

  • "Not just any fruitcake, Susan." Sam added quickly. "I bought it from a Bedouin gypsy woman who promised me that whomever took even just a bite would transform into a

  • fruit-sucking cockroach. "Susan, we should eat the fruitcake and transform," Sam suggested. Susan didn't fancy the idea of turning into an insect, but she reluctantly reached out

  • to Ronnie 'OMG' Delaney who was cycling on his karmic wheel into cockroach form. Susan & Sam transmogrified, as it has been foretold, into cockroaches. But fruit was not enough for

  • satiating their appetite. Their new insect form drew their cravings toward something else - human flesh! It appeared that the radiation that caused the transformation also

  • rendered the nearby vegetation a shocking shade of pink. So it was in that strange sheen that the once-human silhouettes flew, seeking out children to raise as drones.

  • The incarnadine wraiths flashed through the twirling swamp-forest, sobbing as they swept up lost children to be brought home as white-eyed slaves of enfeebled, drifting appetites.

  • ("Damn! That's some good writing there!" I said to myself.) The cries of the lost children blended with the wind, lost on the ears of the swamp-forest hunters, who searched in vain

  • for the children in the woods, and luckily for the next generation they never found them, my son in a friendly oak, my daughter in a crystal dimension, or my heart among the leaves



  1. zxvasdf Jan 21 2015 @ 18:53

    My heart among the leaves, slowly rotting fruit not yet distended from that life giving branch while clear crystal shrills reverberate, splitting light slashing rainbows on that good old oak

  2. PurpleProf Jan 21 2015 @ 19:30

    I knew someday the end would come. It was the way of the world. But it was not yet time. I sensed the danger before I saw it. A flash of flannel. The terrifying buzz of a chainsaw.

  3. zxvasdf Jan 23 2015 @ 15:17

    Simply this, the incandescent emptying the world, then splitting it into two by its virtue of light. Then... thunder. There was no time for screaming.

  4. BlastedHeath Jan 23 2015 @ 21:30

    It shredded us as we quaked and was the herald of more to come. In the darker dark that followed, our blind eyes gaped and our mouths opened wide, and we ourselves spake thunder, of thunder and the perfect mind.

  5. zxvasdf Jan 23 2015 @ 23:38

    Thus the passing of an arboreal minute of the cosmic chronology felled that darkness to a slow dying grey in which whispering ashes aloft from our gaping voices to upon a doomed race. A boy and his father struggle in this death of the world, finding hope in naught the grey flags raking the firmament nor the feeble light in the horizon but someplace deeper within where warmth rages against the dying of the light.

  6. PurpleProf Jan 24 2015 @ 12:14

    A memory sparked the first glimpse of hope. "Dad..." the boy whispered. "Remember that fruitcake Great Grandaddy Sam used to talk about?"

  7. zxvasdf Jan 24 2015 @ 12:57

    It was a descendant of a memory, filtered through despair and misery, until only the meat remained, laden with the accouterments of hope. As they trudged through ashy drifts, maneuvered around moldy copses of fallen trees, into the dwindling light with the brims of their hats lowered, the fruitcake gained legendary proportions, the desiccated ingredients of which they mumbled as a litany against the unfailing wind, "Apples, cherries, figs, apricots, pears, pineapple,peaches, pecans, prunes, cranberries, blueberries, pears, dates, black and golden raisins and currants." The wind gusted, and the father cried, "And bourbon, my God, what I wouldn't give for bourbon!" In 2003 Jay Leno consumed a piece of fruitcake that had lain on the shelves for one hundred and twenty-five years. It could only be called divine providence when they discovered, upon staggering into the storm cellar of a nearly collapsed farm house for shelter, a loaf of fruitcake wrapped in alcohol linen that fit to a T the very description passed on by Great-Granddaddy Sam!

  8. BlastedHeath Jan 25 2015 @ 21:06

    I love FoldingStory, and the cool kids who hang out here!

  9. 49erFaithful Jan 26 2015 @ 11:42

    This is interesting because the proximate mechanism of divine providence in this instance was the soul of Great-Granddaddy Sam which had infused into the fruitcake the father and son happened across in the storm cellar that day. With shaking, arthritic hands the father peeled away the linen from the hardened cake. Another great boom of thunder shook the pillars of the rotting farm house as if God himself was shouting at them.

  10. SlimWhitman Jan 26 2015 @ 12:37

    For among the fateful proportions of the legendary fruitcake, that persimmon of treachery, first came the apple, the very one from which so long ago was partaken, unleashing upon the short lived and short sighted offspring of Adam & Eve, like so many fruitflies on a putrescent once succulent orb, the scourge of knowing. But so too from that putrecence, the nectar of unknowing was spawned - and gave sustenance to Great-Granddaddy Sams parched lips. "Forget .." he murmered. "Forget before its too late". But it was long since to late. For the Prince of Fermented Fruit, the Lord of Fruitflies, had planned it thusly ensuring an unbroken chain,that the legendary fruitcake never lost his tainted sweetmeat.

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