Stream of Vomit II:
Beyond Unconsciousness
Stream of Consciousness Workshop Prompt Work
Birthday cake - Stargaze - Fey
Special thanks to for the words and workshop.
There it was – blooming – lit on fire – and bouncing across the void and into my gaze. Past the scattered stars and in between the fey black spots of space was my cake. Made just for me. All for me. Through it all was the path of tyranny my sister brought forth for our celebration. You see, it was hers too. We always did this together. You see – you and I might not be so different when talking candidly, but you dirt grovelers always have a way of making everything about yourself!
I laugh at the idea. The sound carries itself towards my cake and makes it shudder.
Over and under, the candles were lit.
Across the sphere were bits of you being burnt away so I could wish upon the sun. It smelled good, the way your popping flesh and ashes were swept up through the atmosphere and onto our senses.
Oh what beauty – to be destroyed and consumed like all the others. It was almost too pretty – but no, a cake is only good for eating, and eating we will do.
I gazed upon the galaxy surrounding us and made my wish. Woosh. The flames were whispered away.
We smiled upon your ruination. Chomp, chomp, chomp. Three bites to get to the core. Dripping in orange and honeyed in heat.
I licked the filling with the tip of my tongue and sucked the rest from the destruction itself. Your screams were tiny lullabies. Your cries crackled through the decadence. I took one last bite and tossed the rest to my sister.
We grinned as I licked my lips, slick with your life liquid and world matter.
She devoured the rest in two bites. Chomp, chomp. She thwopped the rest of you from her thumb.
The birthday cake was gone. Until next time. Next life. The next nebula.
(Tried the fifteen minute challenge from . From his work: A Hut, An Unhappy Marriage, French Kiss. At fifteen minutes I came up with this and 300 words. Off a joint and a shit day.)
