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Home Wreckers

by vigournet 

Posted: 28 March 2012
Word Count: 202
Summary: who would destroy a house?


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They came in the night and wrecked my home.

My family was scattered, fleeing to safe havens. I sat alone in the inky darkness. Who would do such a thing and why?

It could have been the wind. Had blowing blustery breezy breaths caused my structure to topple? Or was it enemies I had made, jealous of my designs? Elaborate constructions well known, the envy of many.

No. This was not a chance gust of air. It was not the demented wrath of a rival. This devastation spoke of THEM! Predators who swoop like winged phantoms. Whispers in our family lore spoke of Giant Troll-like home-wreckers, who have no regard for property or edifice. All they know is pull down and destroy.

Slithering like slimy snakes in the shadowy starlit night they wrecked my habitat. Ripping, tearing it apart, and throwing it down to the ground piece by piece. Nothing was left but a vacuous hole, tormenting me for not building stronger.

“Next time I will make it stronger,” I reasoned. Why procrastinate? I spun a new line and dropped. Attaching the peripheral anchors I began to weave my web. It would be bigger, better and bastion-like this time! Let them come!






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Mox at 17:11 on 29 March 2012  Report this post

Ha, ha , ha , ha ...

Enjoyed this, mate. It seems this group is funny. The good thing is the stories are always short, takes less time to read, and give enjoyment. I hate crime stories and a few of authors here always write.

At least you tell us What a spider could think.

V`yonne at 19:52 on 30 March 2012  Report this post
I like your use of alliteration - something I always appreciate in flash fiction is the poetic potential and here you use it to good effect - of course you may be a poet too.

Dave Morehouse at 14:31 on 02 April 2012  Report this post
Peter - This gave me a chuckle on the first read. It was only when I went back to look at it a again that I felt myself reading this metrically rather than for content.
It could have been the wind. Had blowing blustery breezy breaths caused my structure to topple

Slithering like slimy snakes in the shadowy starlit night they wrecked my habitat. Ripping, tearing it apart, and throwing it down to the ground piece by piece


Lines like these are not only musical and rhythmic, they help to tell a great story in few words. Nicely done. Dave


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