The soft white layer of cream rests on the top like a blanket of snow on the peak of a mountain. It is sprinkled with delectable goodness ; the lookalike of multi colored rocks on said mountain. The irresistible fragrance of vanilla essence is the bringer of saliva on the inside of my mouth.
The richness and soft touch of the red flowery base brings image of roses to mind. However just one bite removes all traces of the idea as you lose yourself to pure absolute perfection. The little café always reminds me of something out of a storybook or fairytale. It has that picturesque look. Or perhaps it is only my imagination and the fairytale awaits me inside.
The waiter brings the basket laden with what appears as literally my thoughts plucked out of my head and made a reality.
It looks like a dream. It truly is one. A little shove from my fork sends it tumbling down reminding me that it is perfectly cooked. A single lift into my mouth is enough to get me going. Fireworks explode in my mouth, as my taste buds tingle. The sourness of the cream cheese meshing so well with the overall sweetness as if God himself had done the measurements. I got to work as I devoured this extravagemt bundle of absolute joy, I felt complete. This bundle of velvety goodness that will no doubt hold a place of great esteem in paradise is known to us common men as red velvet cupcakes.
Alone this treat is enough to send you to food heaven. Accompanied by the beautiful , rich, creamy and absolutely mouthwatering chocolate ice cream milkshake you are all set to go to infinity and beyond. Ldies and gentlemen I present the foodies dream : red velvet cupcakes and chocolate ice cream milkshake, Delicious!
“Run…run as fast as you can!” Screamed Rick.
“We need to reach the gate.”exclaimed Rick.
It was not just an ordinary run.It was a race that our lives depended on.It was a zombie apocalypse!
We were running as fast as lighting.Sweat was oozing down my spine,my eyes were searching for the gate that was hiding in the mist.It was like an endless run.My ankles were pleading for forgiveness,and my head was throbbing as if someone was draining my brain out of my wide skull.
I could hear them behind us.Their voices were growing…it seemed as they were right behind us eager to grab us and cherish their long awaited hunger.The closer we got towards the gate,the zombies started picking pace.They were in sheer desperation to eat us by every limb.I could smell their presence everywhere.The town was flooded with zombies!The thick trees kept on growing and enclosing on my friend and me.Was this our final run?
The forest seemed as if it’s intention was not to let us walk out alive.Walkers were crawling out from everywhere like ants.My heart was pounding extremely violently,giving my lungs no space to breathe.I…I could not breathe.I could feel my heart beating faster every second and my lungs unable to pump.The forest was deserted,and there were no remains of wild life.It was an extinct to all sorts of species.The trees were growing pale and animals scattered all around with little or no life.The smell was overwhelming with the dead men walking.It was the world of the DEAD!
Running for my life,I lost track of Rick.I could feel his absence.Now the walkers had me for their lunch!The town was like hell on Earth,with no hope for people like us.The forest gave up.Now the old barren street got hold of me.Cars were wrecked and the buildings were enlightened with the presence of fire.The houses were isolated and left astray.However,the dead men filled our presence.
I could feel that I was closer to my destination.The leaves crippled under my feet along with my delicate steps trying to avoid the attraction of more of them towards me.After a while,there was a black rectangular shaped wall standing infront of me.It was the gate!The zombies pursued their run like wild animals.I tried to climb it,but it was like climbing a mountain.It grew longer.My foot slipped and my sweaty hands lost their grip,and I landed straight in the arms of my blood thirsty friends.They finally had their lunch….
The thick crunchy crust controlling the cheese from flooding out is mouth watering.Small bean like pieces embedded in the cheese like a knot even make it better.Sprinkles of olives scattered around all over the the area.It is simply the best thing that could ever happen to me!
When it is placed in the cooking range,it turns out even prettier than before.The smell of it baking inside is like olives mixed with a touch of mushroom sauce.Looking at it in the cooking range,growing like a flower out of the bloom is love at first sight.The thin crust slowly becomes wider,thicker and crunchier!The cheese slowly drips down the crust,desperate to crawl out of it,so that it does not get swallowed by my mouth.
The moment it is placed on the table,I am eager to grab it and eat it in just one huge bite!The pale crust honoured with the presence of cheese filling is the first inclination towards grabbing it and eating it like a maniac.It is very hard to resist such desperation.Grabbing a piece that is twice the size of my mouth makes me forget everything and I just concentrate on the slice being in my mouth.The moment I take my first bite,the thick crust is crippled under my teeth making it soft and smooth.The presence of cheese along with it is very pleasant.The hot cheese,reaching every end of my mouth overwhelms my craving for it.Eating it requires peace,because then you can slowly feel the delicious mixture of ingredients compiled together and forming a round dish requires no disturbance.
The addition of mashed potatoes just makes it perfect.Taking one bite of it and a handful of mashed potatoes is absolutely amazing.My mouth gets filled with food and there is no space for air.I just keep on feeding as if I had been craving food for over a century.Nonetheless,it is my most favourite food that I can never abandon.It has been by my side like a guardian angel.It is my chicken cheese pizza!
‘Telling Rowdy’ is an extract taken from “The absolutely true diary of a part time Indian”, written by Sherman Alexie. This extract revolves around Junoir, a boy who feels trapped on an Indian reservation, and his best friend Rowdy. The purpose of this passage is to entertain and besides that to, to draw attention to the hard life of a Native American child living in a Reservation. It is an account using first person point of view of Junior. This extract was written for young adults, children, or whoever is interested in reading fiction.
The tone of the passage is informal as Rowdy uses informal vocabulary words, other than that the tone is sad, even though Junior did not want to leave his best friend he could not stay in the reservation either
The main theme of the passage depicts the strong bond of friendship between Rowdy and Junior. The other theme of the passage is hope, hope of having a better future at Reardon which Junior never gave up on. The fact that Junior was the only kid on the Rez what had read “The tale of two cities” by Charles Dickens, shows that the schools at Rez lacked education and resources. The narrator makes a comparison between the kids at the Rez and the ones at Reardon, Junior says in his account that,”They were beautiful and smart and epic”. The kids at the Rez were drowned in poverty, and deprived of the basic necessities and opportunities of life, where as the kids at Reardon were the most privileged and more affluent, Junior uses adjectives like “smart” “epic” and “filled with hope”. This showed that the white kids were superior to those at Rez.
Junior uses a simile for hope to show how unreal it is for him, “like a mythical creature”. When Rowdy heard that Junior was leaving he couldn’t believe it. Junior wanted to change his life and upgrade his status, but Rowdy was not ready to accept that, and became angry. There was element of disbelief and shock present in the passage. Junior uses a hyperbole to express his seriousness about leaving, he says “I am as serious as a tumour”. Rowdy was very angry, the mere thought of losing Junior was quite disturbing for him. Junior say “My heart broke into 14 pieces , one for each year that Rowdy and I had spent together”, to reveal the strong bond of friendship that existed between them.
Junior is the protagonist of the passage and Rowdy is the antagonist, as he opposes Junior. Then Junior uses alliteration to emphasise pain and agony he felt, “Pain pure pain”. There was an element of negativity present in the later part of the extract, the comparison Rowdy made between Junior and the kids at Reardon, discriminating his best friend, show his negative thoughts. He exceeds his limits to stop his friend, he even beets him hard. Sound words were used to emphasise the situation and to show the severity with which he punched his best friend, “Bang”, “Bang”. Junior lay on the ground with the false perception that if he stayed still everything would turn back to normal, which obviously did not happen. Ironically his best friend became his worst enemy. The main conflict was whether or not would Junior and Rowdy be able to restore their friendship.
Junior describes how living on a reservation makes Indians lose hope, no one believes in them enough to support their ambitions. Junior is desperate to leave and break out of this poverty and the situation motivates him to leave. Junior is realistic about the fact that living on the Rez deprives him of many opportunities and he is extremely motivated to leave it and, start a new and better life at the Reardon.
It was Armageddon! It was the only word that could describe the hell I was in. From the moment I got here, there was nothing but red blood moving through the field accompanied by my metallic beast of mass destruction. In my hands was a filthy black mechanical inhabitant that spat out black beads of abomination that had saved my life more times than the number of hair on my body.
I was wearing a suit that looked like my grandma trying to protect me from the harsh winters, brown, heavy and tiresome attire. Covered in many layers of greased paint, green and black, huge machines that, like giant dragonflies, buzzed in the cloudless blue sky, headed towards the giant sand filled hills. Burning under our feet was hot, molten, brown metal, scouting for our enemies.
Boom! The earth trembled with the loud, screeching noise that dazed me. Standing on top of my giant snouted friend; I was laying on the hot sand that melted my skin, which seeped into the earth. Gazing into the sky, forgetting my mission, my ears buzzing, my eye could see only one see only one thing, red fluid. Red as the fields of rose, red as the beating heart, red as the drinks of vampire.
Hearing my comrades yelling “Get up!” or “Move it!” just made me want to close my eyes and lay on the sand that was now as comfortable as my mother lap. A figure appeared in front of my face. His face not clear, his clothes as dirty and filthy as a homeless man on the streets of New York. He pointed at me a black object and bang! was all I heard.
The worst part came after this, it was the sound of my mom “Dinner’s ready!”, with a load sigh which could scare a lion; I put down my controller and left, a boy who was anxious to play his new game “Battle Field 1”.
Bodies are packed against each other tighter than I thought was possible. Every second I have to be careful not to get smacked square in the face by someone’s flying elbow, or jumping knee. My senses are heightened to an extent I did not believe could exist; my brain is on an overdrive.
Music blares. My heart pounds in its symphony. Boom, boom, boom. I am surprised it is still inside my chest I hear chants here, and mindless screaming there. Distinguishing between the two is nearly impossible. People try to speak to each other over the din, but fail miserably. Their mouths can be seen moving, but the words cease to exist.
The loud music makes the very ground its slave too. This and the jumping of hundreds of people around me are making it bounce with such force that it is a miracle it did not just crack and swallow us up whole.
Every direction in which my head turns, all I see are bodies; bodies that are adorned with all sorts of different clothes, illuminated only by the flicker of a different coloured spotlight that snakes by every few seconds in the otherwise dark area; bodies that struggles to protect themselves as they are pushed hither and thither without concern.
It is hard to breathe. The limited oxygen that needs to be shared by so many people seems to be quickly decreasing. In its place, stale, humid air surrounds us like skeletal hands around our necks. The heat is almost unbearable.
The band on stage plays its songs, enjoying the attention, working hard to entertain and do what they love and we love. They are oblivious to our struggles. I can just barely see them over the sea od heads bobbing to the beat in front of me.
Anxiety gnaws at my stomach at the thought of the evn worse chaos that was to come when the time to exit came. The door is so far away. I was yet to endure countless more shoves, and countless more feet trampling over my own.
Red. Purple. Blue. Green. The spotlights flash around me haphazardly, sometimes directly in my eyes, blinding me momentarily. At this point, I wish only to finally make it out of this stuffed concert hall. I wish to be able to move freely again. I wish to get rid of the feeling of being so small. Instead, I remain locked in position for the next few hours, my head now pounding too.