Cakepan Manuscript – Chapter Six: Chapped and Trapped

This is a creative writing experiment, shamelessly stolen from the Chopin Manuscript: a serialized story where each author writes a different chapter. The members of this blog are each writing their own chapter, and we’re calling ours the “Cakepan Manuscript”.

You can start reading at Chapter One, which began with the premise: “An unemployed teacher, in a wine store, runs into a former student.” Each week we will post a new chapter until we reach the thrilling conclusion!

We hope you enjoy!

Chapter Six: Chapped and Trapped

The Thinker

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The insistent knocking continued. Dietrich looked at the door hesitantly, the dampness of his pants had irritated his thighs and though he had taken the wet pants off, the chapped skin glowed red under a fresh pair of boxers. No time to put on pants. The person at the door meant business.

If someone had somehow followed him from the store, he would rather deal with it sooner than later. As he moved toward the continuous knocking, he instinctively grabbed the small statue sitting on the table next to the door. Rodin’s “The Thinker” in miniature. Well, he would crack someone’s skull with it if necessary. Pee rash or no pee rash, Dietrich was a man fed up with being pushed around. He was NOT to be fucked with. Not anymore.

Without glancing through the peephole, Dietrich tore open the door brandishing the statue. He blindly took a swing and heard a meaty thud.

“Jesus D! What the hell!” Terrence stepped back grabbing his arm, a garment bag held up in front of his face in a defensive position. The Rodin statue plunged to the floor and shattered. Dietrich reeled back and shook his head. Adrenaline pumped in his veins making his breath come quickly and vision tunnel.

“My God, Terrence! I am so sorry. What are you doing here?” His brother continued to rub the spot on his arm where the statue had connected, “I brought some clothes by for your blind date. Thought you could use some hipster duds.” Terrence glanced down at his brother’s Van Gogh boxers and his chapped thighs, “I see I am just in time.”

(Read on to the thrilling conclusion…)

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About M. Jaynes

A female educator with anger-management issues, M. Jaynes is causing change in the world by inspiring (some may say forcing) young minds to think for themselves and question everything.

Comments

  1. Tim Giron says:

    Poor Dietrich, he’s had such a morning! Nice adding in the artist-centric decorations and underclothing!

  2. Good to see the brother makes an appearance. The Van Gogh boxers and chapped thighs on Dickface, uh, I mean Dietrich, was brilliant. I’m hoping we get to meet the blind date in the next chapter. But, that is for someone else to decide.

  3. How stinky it is, he pee on his pants. What’s the conclusion of this story? Oh, I see. I better check it out for the next chapter. Who might his blind date be. How can I find the previous chapters?

  4. M. Jaynes says:

    Hello Argie-

    Thank you for reading! You should be able to locate the other chapters on the right-hand side of your screen. We actually have two Cakepan stories as they are called. The first one is called Cakepan Manuscript and the second is Cakepan Manuscript II. The story you began reading is the first one, so if you type in the search window Cakepan Manuscript you should see the other chapters. Also, a link to the previous post, or Chapter Five, can be found at the bottom of this page.