The Baker

A Short Story by Silent Songbird

Once upon a time, a young lady was baking in her kitchen. She loves baking. One day, she realizes that maybe she should share her love of baking. She bakes a nice apple pie and then puts in front of her house, hanging the sign "free pie". People come around, they taste the pie and they LOVE it! She feels flattered and happy that people love her baking, and she feels good that she fed some people. So, the next day, she bakes some more. More people come for the free pie, and they love it even better. This goes on, she bakes, they come, they eat, she feels good and they feel good.

Then one day, she decides to mix it up. She bakes cupcakes and muffins instead of pie.

The people... They lose their shit.

"Oh my God! Why the hell did you make cupcakes?"

"You had something good here and you ruined it!"

"You can't bake for shit! This is shit! Kill yourself for making this."

Baffled by the vehemence of the people, she goes back to making her free pie and giving it out once more. Sent thinks, maybe it was a mistake to make cupcakes. That won't happen again. Except, it does. The people lose their shit again. This time, she didn't even have to change her bakery.

"Ugh, there's too much sugar in this. "

"Damn it, there's not enough sugar in this!"

"The pie crust is missing! I thought you knew how to bake?"

What had started as a hobby and gave the young lady pleasure, had instead grown into something else. A chore. A task. And slowly, little by little, the lady began to hate what she baked. She began to hate the task of baking. And just like that, one day, there was no pie outside her house.

And the people had the gall, to ask her why.

The End.

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Silent Songbird here.

Leo. Introverted. Unathlethic and often unsociable.

Enjoys video games where I can imagine the innocent pedestrian I am gunning down is the embodiment of the shit going on in my life.

Enjoys good or shitty anime in equal amounts. Depends on mood really.

Enjoys Bojack Horseman, Rick and Morty, Archer, and such shows that somehow tell us about how life is sad, short, meaningless and depressing, but manage to do so while blowing our minds or torturing our spleen.

Enjoys good porn.

Enjoys good hentai. (There's a difference)

Enjoys realism.

Enjoys wish fulfilment.

Does not enjoy blonde and whiskered protagonists.

Does not enjoy pale-eyed fangirls.

Or pink haired ones.

Or ones of any color, race, height and sexuality.

Does not enjoy fanboys.

Enjoys ramen and noodles of all sorts.

Does not enjoy being allergic to ramen and noodles of all sorts.

Does not live in the United States or Great Britain or Canada.

Does not have English as mother tongue/first language.

Does not know why the Songbird Is Silent.