Cyndi's Birthday Party
I have a friend named Andrew who also writes erotic horror stories. He has a bunch of people who worship him because he writes stories about shrinking people. I don't know why that is such a big fetish! I hate giant/shrinking stories, but I thought oh well, I can try it! It's kinda cute.Anyways... (yet another revenge on stupid boyfriends story Muahahahahaha)
Cyndi sobbed.
"You said you'd remember my birthday!"
"But Cyndi..."
"You lied to me!!!!" As she cried, her tears
splashed on the table next to him, and into his little
face, nearly drowning him."Cyndi, I did remember your birthday! I've been
writing a song, just for you. I've been working on
it all day.""You did?" She wiped away a tear with a kleenex, then
dropped it on the table, where it landed with a
loud thud that nearly jarred his tiny body."Yes. And I ordered you a birthday cake! It should
be here any minute!""Yay! she exclaimed, suddenly much happier. She
picked Benny up and kissed
him on his tiny little cheeks and played with his
long hair. Benny grinned, loving it. "You know,
I've felt so insecure ever since you drank that gunk
that made you tiny. I keep thinking you're going to
leave me and run off with somebody shorter.""Oh Cyndi, you know that's silly. There's nobody
as short as me in the whole wide world, and besides,"
and he lowered his voice and looked up at her
sincerely, "there's nobody as beautiful as you in the
world either.""Oh Benny!"
Suddenly there was a ringing at the door.
"Hello?"
"Cake delivery for Cyndi Hansen".
"Oh, that must be for me!" She tipped the delivery
man and rushed back to the table, opening it.There was a loud groan. Then, "Benny!!!!!"
Benny wrung his hands. "Um, Cyndi. What's wrong?"
"This cake says Happy birthday S-I-N-D-Y!"
Benny gulped, not sure of what she meant.
"WHO IS SHE???????"
"Who is who??"
"Sindy, you know who, S-I-N-D-Y! And don't act like
you're so clever with me. You have a new girlfriend,
don't you!""Cyndi, you know I never go out..." It took some
explaining, about how there was more than one way
to spell Cyndi. She was going off the deep end fast.
"Oh come on, Cyndi, can we discuss this later? Let's
blow out the candles and I'll sing a song for you!"She still looked unhappy and skeptical. Change the
subject, change the subject, he thought."Well, where are the candles?"
"No candles?"
"Yes. I distinctly recall that birthday cakes are
supposed to HAVE CANDLES ON THEM!!!!!!!!""They didn't send any? What a bunch of jerks... Why
I ought to..."She was looking even angrier and more hurt. Obviously,
she blamed him."Oh wait, I have a candle!"
"You do?" She brightened a little.
"Oh yes, believe me, I thought of everything!" He
leaped from the table onto the broom, shimmied up it
to the kitchen counter, heaved as hard as he could to
open up the utensils drawer, and pulled out a red and
green candle shaped just like Santa.Cyndi's eyes were blazing. "That's not a birthday
candle, you dingdong!!!""Look, Cyndi, I'm getting fed up with this. It's
a candle, all right? A candle's a candle! Look!He kicked on one of the burners on the stove, and
tipped the candle over until the whick caught. Then
he tipped it back up, leaned on it and yelled up at
her, "See?""But it's not a birthday candle!" she shouted at him,
blowing the hairs on his head back."Look, you have a better idea?"
"Damn right I do," she said with a venomous smile,
reaching for him. Benny jumped and cried out. He
started to turn and run but she was too fast for him,
seizing him in her huge fingers and laughing."Cyndi!" his little tiny lungs tried to squeak out
under the crushing force of her fingers.She laughed demoniacally as she lifted the Santa
candle and poured the hot
wax onto his head. Benny's head burned under
the terrible heat! The molten wax dripped down his
face and neck and shoulders and covered one of his
eyes. She worked it into his long black hair, then
pulled it straight up in the air until it formed a
nice black spike."Now we'll have a REAL birthday party!" she said,
plunging him feet first into the birthday cake until
only his head and shoulders stuck out."Cyndi, stop this!" he screamed. "I was trying so
hard to make this a nice birthday party for you. I
was going to sing a song for you and..."He felt the heat as she lit his hair. The wax melted
again and began to drip down to his quivering
shoulders.Cyndi's voice was sweet as candy. "Sing for me,
Benny!"His hair was on fire! He couldn't move, buried
in the thick cake and frosting. The smell of the
vanilla and burning hair permeated his fried senses."What?? Wha... What song? The one I wrote?"
"You know what song I mean! Happy birthday!!!"
"Happy birthday... to you!?"
"Yes! Keep going!"
Before his last eye was covered over and singed
by the wax, he managed to see her face, happy at last,
although not very tender, smiling and clapping her
hands, then bending forward to blow him out.He sang:
"Happy birrrrrrrthday dear Sindy..."
Haha, he thought to himself, as she blew out his hair.
She doesn't know I'm really singing to my new
girlfriend, Sindy. She's such a stoopid ditz! I'm
going to be so glad to dump this bitch! I hate it
when she gets her period and starts acting like this.
How could they have got the two addresses switched
like that???? Man, I'm going to complain! Sindy's
birthday isn't even until tomorrow!! Quick!
I gotta think of a good excuse...ennui 12/28/98
(Don't like it? You look like you'd make a good
candle too!! What do you expect for 20 minutes work?)(copyright 1998 ennui)