The Battle of the Wooden Draw

He had known for a while now. They were breeding, growing and corrupting at an extremely high rate.

He kept putting it off and the corruption kept spreading, until there was a point where he could ignore it no longer.

He had to attack swifty. He found their secret camping base and removed it with all his might.

The draw was laid down on the floor and he saw them scuttle around his things. Things that were dear to him. Things that had sentimental value had been corrupted.

Over turning all of his contents he unleashed the whole power of his slippers.

Splat spalt, one buy one he took out the main generals. Those Mother Cockroaches went out first. They were too slow, and too fat.

But more were left. The runners went fleeing as fast as they could but he was swift himself.

You can’t escape a giant.

With precise aim he threw his slippers and cornered them. Splash, they were dead.

Killing almost every known creature in his draw gave him satisfaction that he didn’t know of.

But when he looked at his draw again, he was horrified to see, eggs in thousands, all over the place.

He had no option, he had to use his secret weapon.

This ingenious invention had not been used for more than 20 years, but now he had to unleash the full force of it.

Holding the spray in one hand and a lighter in the other, he aimed from above.

The lighter whisked a light flame, and as soon as he pressed the cans button, Boom, a spray of fire hit all those eggs as if a dragon was spraying terror from above.

A thousand cockroach eggs were burnt that day, but the war wasn’t over.

More lurked out there in the shadows. The battle had ended but the war had just begun.

That is how I ended up cleaning my draw when I was bored

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Love and the Sinking Island

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*Note: This isn’t written by me. I found this story on an eBook and I thought of sharing it here because it was worth it

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!” “I can’t help you, Love.

You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.” “Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.

Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”

“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.

“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?” Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

 

The Cancerian

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It was just between them now. Thousands of fights between their kind and to what, in the end it had to be between them. The Cancerian  Vs the Geminian. The moon child contemplated his next move, he wondered if there was any opening for him to attack. Damian kept starring at him, his eyes unwavering.

He charged straight toward Damian and swiftly jumped in the air, launching himself 10 feet above the ground, turning his fist into pincers, he dived towards him, like a swimmer about to dive into the sea, the only difference is that it was Damian’s head that he was about to land on. All he could see was the look of shock on his enemies face as his pincers were inches away from its target.

The Cancerian phased right through him, slamming his pincers into the wooden floor, making a hole through the ground and getting stuck in the process. It was an illusion all along. As soon as he realized this, he felt a hard knock on his face that sent him flying across the bridge, landing with a ‘thud’ on the floor. He could feel the warm liquid fill his nose. As his eyes watered, he tried to get on his feet but Damian was quick, with another blow, this time to his chest, the Cancerian was gasping for air.

He tried transforming his body again but he couldn’t, he had lost too much energy.  Damian stood triumphant, watching him, laughing at him.

Is that all you got moon child? Is this the Cancerian everyone kept talking about?