The White Worm Turns
Created | Updated Nov 18, 2010
Little-mouth has been sleeping
'I'm awake. I feel like I'm alive for the first time. Maybe I am.'
'Where am I? It's dark'
Little-mouth starts to gnaw at its prison walls. A small hole, but large enough to crawl through.
'It's not much lighter out here' it thought. The smell was wonderful though, green and pungent, just ripe to eat. So eat it did. In fact, that was all Little-mouth did for most of the day.
He slept.
Little-mouth spent the next four days eating the green loveliness and sleeping. Each day there was more light.
It's Friday. Little-mouth doesn't know this, of course, but it is. There’s nothing left to eat, so Little-mouth decides to escape its second prison in search of more. Slowly it gnaws the wall, an opening emerges, it’s very bright out there, and noisy, but Little-mouth ventures on.
There's a big green thing standing in front of Little-mouth, but it pays no heed to the cries and crawls away.
'I can see something damp and black' thought Little-Mouth 'I think I need to go there'
It crawled in the earth, it was dark and cool.
'I'm changing' thought Little-mouth and then it fell asleep.
It awoke several months later.
'I'm in another cell' it thought and started to once again to gnaw the walls. It was different this time, Little-mouth’s mouth was not quite so little, and it felt 'different'. Once released from its cell it started to crawl through the earth. Little-mouth emerged into the light, it looked around. It felt odd. The warm sun started to dry it's body.
'I've got wings and legs and, erm, what are these?'
Little-mouth was no longer.
Little-mouth had become Flesh fly.
'I'm awake. I feel like I'm alive for the first time. Maybe I am.'
'Where am I? It's dark'
Little-mouth starts to gnaw at its prison walls. A small hole, but large enough to crawl through.
'It's not much lighter out here' it thought. The smell was wonderful though, green and pungent, just ripe to eat. So eat it did. In fact, that was all Little-mouth did for most of the day.
He slept.
Little-mouth spent the next four days eating the green loveliness and sleeping. Each day there was more light.
It's Friday. Little-mouth doesn't know this, of course, but it is. There’s nothing left to eat, so Little-mouth decides to escape its second prison in search of more. Slowly it gnaws the wall, an opening emerges, it’s very bright out there, and noisy, but Little-mouth ventures on.
There's a big green thing standing in front of Little-mouth, but it pays no heed to the cries and crawls away.
'I can see something damp and black' thought Little-Mouth 'I think I need to go there'
It crawled in the earth, it was dark and cool.
'I'm changing' thought Little-mouth and then it fell asleep.
It awoke several months later.
'I'm in another cell' it thought and started to once again to gnaw the walls. It was different this time, Little-mouth’s mouth was not quite so little, and it felt 'different'. Once released from its cell it started to crawl through the earth. Little-mouth emerged into the light, it looked around. It felt odd. The warm sun started to dry it's body.
'I've got wings and legs and, erm, what are these?'
Little-mouth was no longer.
Little-mouth had become Flesh fly.
