Candyland!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Candyland! It's zingy, succulent, wacky! Eat it before it melts!

Submitted: June 18, 2017

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Submitted: June 18, 2017

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Candyland!

 

Candyland appears to those who want to escape. Jacob was wandering across the Scottish moors, bored out of his mind. His parents had decided this would be a nice, scenic vacation for them all, but what was a child to do across damp fields and a sky of endless, bored grey? His parents had discovered a particularly interesting formation of rocks that, to Jacob’s seven year old eyes, was interesting with a capital UN. They got impatient and brushed him away when he pestered them to move on, so he decided to move on himself. He wished they had gone to a different place for their holiday; staying at home playing Xbox would have been more fun than this, at least it wouldn’t have been cold. And he wished for so long and so hard that one moment he was in the moors, and in the next he was in Candyland. The field of decayed grass was replaced with rolling chocolate hills and huge candy canes. There were sprinkles of massive, colourful smarties and lumps of cake. The sky was painted nectar, and Jacob could taste its sweet scent.

Jacob’s initial shock was quickly usurped by wonder. He ran around the landscape and rushed to a nearby river, which rushed molten gold. He lay down next to it and stuck his hand in. Syrupy globs splashed through his fingers. He felt its velvety rush for several long moments before withdrawing his hand. Jacob brought his jellified, beaming glove to his lips and tasted. Honey. So sweet and so strong. He licked and sucked on each one of his fingers, allowing the glittering gloop to dribble into his mouth; his tongue danced and jived.

Jacob laughed and he ran over to a field of long red grass and buried himself within. It sparkled, so he pulled out a tuft of the stuff out and crammed it into his mouth. Sour cranberry. Just the thing to counter the river’s golden taste. He stared up at the yawning yellow sky and observed its candy floss clouds. He grazed on the grass as the sun smiled down at him, almost as if it had teeth. Its hot rays steadily enveloped his body. After twenty minutes of sunbathing, sweating and scoffing, he sat up and skipped onwards, eager to explore everything this world had to offer.

The sun beat.

As if all the whimsy Jacob had explored already wasn’t enough, a marauding mass of gingerbread men came toddling up to him, and they giggled and hugged his ankles. Jacob laughed and lay down with them. They all stretched out their stubby arms and they tickled and poked him. Jacob picked one of them up and looked into the gingerbread man’s button-like eyes. Quite instinctively, he bit the gingerbread man’s leg off. It was crunchy and delicious.

‘Tee-hee!’ said the gingerbread man, and he wiggled his stump of a limb. Jacob bit his head off and set the gingerbread man back on the ground, and the headless, one-legged biscuit pranced and hopped, as the others cheered and chuckled. Jacob grew tired of watching these creatures after a while, what with their tee-heeing and constant need for attention, so he decided to explore elsewhere. The sun had melted the chocolate ground slightly, and now it looked and acted like mud. He splashed through as he would a swamp, and before long, his once white trainers were uglified and his trousers were streaked and stained – one could almost believe he had gone splashing through the marsh moors of Scotland.

The sun burned.

Jacob was thirsty. He had just finished licking one of the giant candy canes, but its harsh, minty flavour was off-putting, and his hands were still sticky from the honey river. His fingers felt like they had been welded together by glue, and he had to keep prizing them apart. He sucked at his fingers and wiped them on his clothes, but that stickiness stubbornly remained – it was uncomfortable.  His arid throat grumbled and Jacob looked around but could see no water supply. There was the river of honey, the battalion of gingerbread men (dozens had taken to following him around), petrifying red grass and the chocolaty swamp the world was becoming. Every step meant plunging another foot into the messy slog. Jacob was sweating, and when he sat down to try and cool off, he sank into the land itself. The gingerbread men were incessant. They kept trying to tickle and prod him, and in his frustration, he bit several of their heads off and flung them into the distance. It wouldn’t be long, however, before they returned, and in greater numbers. He wished he could eat through them all, but his stomach was complaining. He had eaten too much candy, and his belly knotted in on itself. It recoiled from the sickly stench alone.

‘Tee-hee!’ cried the gingerbread men.

‘Tee-hee!’

‘Tee-hee!’

Jacob roared and jumped up. He kicked the gingerbread men out of his path and stomped and waded through the syrup-like ground. More gingerbread men trotted towards him from beyond the horizon. They tittered and delighted in Jacob’s presence. They were so light that they were able to skip across its surface like ice skaters. Their high-pitched laughs cluttered the world. 

The sun roasted.

Candy cane towers fell down like trees struck by lightning and Jacob was almost swimming through the chocolate now. Had it been water, he would have been able to stay cool, but this was viscous stuff, and it required great muscle work and effort to move forward. The chocolate was hot, and Jacob was hot. His mouth was parched and the closest thing to water was his tears, which streamed constantly out of his eyes. Jacob’s body was beginning to sag under the immense weight and his breaths came out in rattling waves that only served to increase his desperate thirst. The gingerbread men swam with him. He was surrounded by dozens of them, and more came all the time. They surrounded him and laughed and loved. Jacob found himself unable to push them out of the way, and in fact, all their prodding was pushing him down. They overwhelmed him. Jacob was swamped in chocolate, swamped by boiling heat, swamped by gingerbread men.

The sun raged.

*

Jacob’s parents forever regretted their trip to Scotland, they forever regretted allowing themselves to lose themselves so much in rock formations that they lost their son. The police scoured the fields, they brought in helicopters and armies of volunteers, but all that could be found of poor Jacob was a half-eaten lollipop. Candyland had consumed another victim.

 


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