Now, because I'm too tired to upload progress on Faiz, I'm instead going to post a short story I wrote in March. I hope you enjoy it.
Time
to go home
Ah,
time to wake up. It was a nice rest, but time to stretch my wings and get back
out into the world. It might be colder out there, but that’s where the ladies
are, and what kind of gentleman would I be if I wasn't there to give them a
little company?
Hmm,
this place is bigger than it looked at dawn. I wonder why it’s here. At first I
thought it might be some kind of cave, but now that I think about it, it looks
more like a den. Or is that a sett? There’s a proper word for it, but I’ll be
damned if I can remember it.
Whatever, time to get out.
Ah!
The glow! Perfect, that should take me out the way I came in.
Actually, I sort of like it in here, fewer air
currents to batter me around than outside. Not that anyone will ever find out I
don’t like that. I have a reputation to maintain, after all.
Damn
it, I whacked my head on that see through crap again. I hate this stuff. Never
manage to see it coming the first time. Well, could be worse, I could be a
total idiot and still not realise it’s there after I’ve hit my head on it. Damn those guys are morons.
So,
where’s that hole? Ah, there it is, I can feel the breeze. Good, time to get
out of this place.
Eh?
What’s that noise?
Light? And a shape, oh it’s a human. Huh. Well
I guess that makes sense.
Time
to-
Argh! My eyes!
Shit, it’s times like this I wish I could
close them. Oh well, they adapt pretty fast, it’ll just take a second.
Well, enough of that distraction, back to the
glow.
Huh,
it’s moved. It’s up there now? Well, that’s convenient, I don’t have to squeeze
through the hole now.
Oh,
bugger off, human, I’m just trying to get home. I don’t bother you when you’re
in your huge lump of grey, do I?
Git.
Ow!!
What
the...?
I’m
at the glow? How does that work?
Well... now what?
Hmm... Maybe flying around it will yield some
clues.
No,
nothing...
Hey!
Maybe it’s daytime!
That
was fast. Oh well, never look a gift flower in the stigma, that’s what I always
say.
Let’s find somewhere safe to sleep. Ah, I can
squeeze through here, that should do.
Eek!
Damn, that stuff’s slippery.
Well, I should be safe in-
Oh
god, no.
No,
Barry?! James? Susan?
Oh
god, how many of us are in here? I don’t even recognise some of these moths!
How
long has that guy been here? He’s fallen apart.
Is
this what humans do? The monsters!
I’ve
got to get out! I’ve got to warn the others!
Damn, this stuff’s too slippery to get a
purchase on.
Well, I have to keep trying, for all mothkind!
...
Or I’ll die here.
***
Gina
looked up at the light when she came in.
“Ugh, Tim, that thing’s full of moths!”
Tim
looked up.
“Ur,
you’re right, it is. I think one of them’s still alive.”
“That’s disgusting, do something about it!”
“Okay.”
Tim
went to undo the lightshade.
“Not
now! I don’t want a moth flying around the place!”
“Okay, okay. I’ll do it in the morning, okay?
It should be dead by then.”
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