Sunday, 23 June 2013

Yesterday's word was: Photosynthesis!

Sorry about this being late! I’d love to say I was busy, but it was more or less just not knowing what the fuck to write. So anyway, here goes:


               Where did it go? Where is it!? I’m so hungry….
               It stared towards the concrete sky. A little bit of light filtered down, but the poor thing could already feel itself wilting.
               C’mon, it’s not like I’m asking for much here. A little bit of flare, that’s all. I just need to bask a little while. I’ve got plenty of water. Just a little break would do.
               The little strip of foliage didn’t know how long it had been cloudy. Plants don’t really check a calendar or observe holidays. They just wait. That was all there was to it.
               A few vibrations began to stir the damp soil, reaching through dirt and detritus to the plants slightly furred roots. It was rhythmic, but it wasn’t rain, but rather a plants worst nightmare.
               Agh, get off, there’s a thing on my stem! Get off, get off, stop it! The plant couldn’t shake, couldn’t escape. It’s getting closer to my leaves, my precious leaves! I need those you thief! Get away!
               It was something long, slightly hairy, and too big to be a group of ants, too heavy to be a centipede. The creature only had one thought on its mind, and that was to feed.
               Oh no… it’s a pillar…thing. What are they for anyway? They just make useless fluttery things, and they don’t spread pollen half as well as the bumble-y guys. I know; I’ll just wait. I’ll get him off.
               Slowly, steadily, the caterpillar climbed up the plant, reaching ever closer towards food. Perhaps if he was full, he could even hang his cocoon off of the top. But who knows, he still felt hungry.
               That’s right, a little closer, I’ve nearly got you, you rogue. Aha! Take this!
               Suddenly, the plants leaves flooded with tannic acid! It was too late, the caterpillar had already begun eating, and couldn’t stop. More of the toxin drained into the plant’s assailant. Victory, at last!
               Ah, stupid thing. I think I can even feel the clouds breaking. I sure hope it’s the Sun!
               It wasn’t. It was a meteorite.

               

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