Irresistible Cake - Descriptive Writing (Homework Year 6)

The cake that lay temptingly in front of me was topped with layers of icing that was as pale as the moon; it was due for my Uncle’s surprise birthday party! However, as he had not arrived, I allowed myself to savour the sickly sweet aroma that the cake let out to waft into my flaring nostrils. I am uncertain on the period of time that lapsed since the grand arrival of the cake until I sat myself down on the chair and prepared to devour the cake into crumbs like a vulture over a decomposing body.

Yet, I patiently waited in fear should my mum arrive and scream in agony over her newly baked cake (which was more precious than jewels at the time). However, as my mum did not appear beside the kitchen door, I picked up a knife and set it hovering on top of the cake like a soldier attacking an enemy, before plunging it into the heart of the cake. I crammed the delicious piece I had cut into my mouth and I must admit it was sensational and carried me off to a glorious paradise. I rolled the cake over my mouth, giving permission for the smarties and the decorative sugary flowers that adorned the icing to crawl haphazardly close to my throat, announcing its sorry departure. Nevertheless, I did ponder how something so sickly sweet should possibly turn up as human waste.

Before long, I had hacked the cake to pieces with the exception of a last precious slice; I immediately was attracted to it like a swarm of bees over honey. The doorbell suddenly sounded so ear-piercing that it resulted in me stopping dead in my tracks. A feeling of dread crept around my heart as I pondered, ‘Could this be my Uncle?’ Fate awaited me, I was aware, as the door was answered by my mum and my Uncle’s voice boomed out as loud as a hastened strike of thunder: ‘Well, it’s pleasant that SOMEBODY took care to recollect my birthday and throw a party for me, as I forget!’

All of a sudden, my attention was once again directed on the last slice of cake and I mused, ‘should I wolf it down and saunter off as if I hadn’t committed the deed or meekly allow myself to be scolded to the distress of my mum?’ Without a doubt I stuffed the slice into my mouth and it was that very second that my uncle walked through the kitchen door and suddenly halted as he examined the icing frost on my mouth and my mum who had also sauntered through the door let out a roar of dismay in unison with my uncle in reaction to seeing the cake reduced to crumbs.

To what extent of punishment my mother came up with, I refuse to disclose. However, I assure you, the following weeks since, has left me like a tormented soul. Nonetheless, I suppose all my tortures were worth it for devouring the most irresistible cake the world could possibly provide.