2006-03-25 1017 Writing: Owwww, my head. Oh boy, that was some sleep. How long was it this time? One thousand? Two thousand?
A bad start to the day
Here’s my entry for Christa’s Writing Competition.
Owwww, my head.
Oh boy, that was some sleep.
How long was it this time? One thousand? Two thousand?
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Ah, whatever. It’ll be the same old same old when I poke my head above ground, people screaming and running around. Just scoop ‘em up and toss them in the old mouth, that’s what I say. Nothing like a few live and kicking ones to start your reign of terror. That touch of fear really adds something to the meal, y’know what I’m saying?
Of course, they’ll send the heavies in. All muscle and sinew and big strong bones all dressed for dinner. They bring their own toothpicks too, which is thoughtful.
What’s this? Foundations?! They’ve built on my hill?! They didn’t ask me first! We’ll see about that, now won’t we?! My hill, MY HILL…..
There. I’m out. Hmmmm.. Nice architecture. No people though. Shame. Guess I’ll have to go hunting for my breakfast instead.
Oh my…this place is a ruin. I’ve been asleep for waaaay too long. I didn’t even hear them putting it up, now it looks like it’s been knocked down. Heh. What’s that funny smell?
This has all changed. Where’s my forest? Who’s put those long grey lines everywhere and what’s with all those giant insects crawling along them. This ain’t no ant farm. THIS IS MY HOME!
And I’m hungry.