A Lazy morning

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Summary

Excerpt from Author's Interview "No, I did not write it drunk. I was completely sober...why would you even -_-" "What? No ofcourse not...*scoffs* it isn't me. I am NOT lazy. Matter of FACT, I AM the most ACTIVE pers.." "Hey, don't cut me off. I am trying to.." "What? No, I am NOT lying. I don't lie. Matter of FACT, I have never even ..." " My mother said that? 0-0" *Takes the glass of water and sips* *D..did she also say that s..she *gulps* s..she al..also.." *Turns out the glass of water was in fact not water* The author was unfortunately not available for the rest of the interview due to an urgent call from her *checks notes* .....*clears throat*....from her mother. If the author lives to see the next day, this interview will be continued. Until then ADIOS. *waves awkwardly while laughing nervously* *author screams* *cough* This space is intentionally left blank so that y'all can introspect on your pathetic lives. *like me* *sob* Go touch grass. PS: I don't mind criticism. Be as ruthless as can be. I am still learning, no doubt my work will not be perfect. Bad, good, no criticisms, all are welcome.

Status
Complete
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Nasty Creatures!

A sunny sodden morning. The sunlight falling on the serene and extremely green landscape made a perfect picture. A picture that is framed and hung up on various walls of a middle class household. The poor households you ask? Well, they get to experience it firsthand. The rich ones? They don't appreciate it.


How can they? Hellbent on destroying this beauty. They cannot appreciate the droplets of water desperately clinging to the leaves end before it falls onto the puddle on the ground with a splash. The smell of algae wafting through the air overtaking any and every other smell present in the vicinity. Naah, this ain't for the rich.


This incredible landscape can only be seen through eyes such as myself. The spider getting mauled by the bee cannot see it. Nor the bee. Uggh.... nasty creatures. A few droplets fall from the slanted rooftop making a big splash on the puddle below.


This wakes up another nasty creature making weird noises through their mouths. A wet patch forming right next to their mouths. Tangled mess of hair like spiders web that urgently need a cut. They open their eyes for a few seconds, look around wildly as if these weak creatures could actually fight off any danger. Laughable. Upon noticing nothing out of the ordinary they turn to their sides, tuck that weird piece of clothing tighter around themselves and go back to sleep.


Had their eyes been open a little longer, had they looked carefully at the wall just behind them, they would have noticed this magnificent creature stuck to the wall. The creature they call 'A fly'.


Oh yes dear readers, it is indeed I, a fly. And this morning, this nasty creature called human has slept longer than usual. I did however manage to perform my morning business on their forehead. But even that isn't enough to wake this pathetic excuse of oxygen consumer.


They sleep on as if a fly wasn't on their foreheads. If I had a nose, I would scrunch and scoff with the indignity of having to take shelter in this foul smelling place. However that privilege is not mine anymore. All I can do is stick to this nasty wall and report on this creatures doing.


Intelligent Creatures! My foot! *scoff*