Brother's Short Story
*note* If you didn't notice, I have a brother who is also a writer and we sometimes trade commentary with each other on our stories. He usually has a great eye for any mistakes I make, but he only reads Avatar: TLA, sometimes Inuyasha, and the only Harry Potter story I've managed to draft. Anyway, here's something he wrote and I thought I'd share. Yes, I'm shameless but he's my older brother. ^_^ So if you can read it and leave a comment for him, that would be great! He only does original stuff, so he has never had much commenting other than siblings and family, and they don't count...^_^ Anyway, I'd appreciate it.
To be alone. Such a fragile existence; easily broken by the barest company.
To focus. Shattered because a small black bug decided to join her in the prison cell.
It was a cute bug, Nyllie believed, with its six little legs, and it's searching antennae wiggling through the air, tasting her breath. It had a shell hiding wings, as most bugs do. But this bug was special, this bug was shiny black. Like the sky. No, not like the sky, Nyllie concluded, for the sky was an empty nothingness. Except for the stars. Nyllie was sure the stars were not nothing.
She leaned back and pushed the bangs out of her eyes. If only she could see the stars, but the light spilling in from the barred window above her head meant it was day time. She stretched her foot and squished the bug under it. Nyllie liked to imagine the crunch was really the sound of the bug screaming. And the juice at the bottom of her shoe was blood wasn't it. Human blood? Like the monsters who trapped her here. She nodded then pulled her barefoot close and licked it carefully, savoring the musty taste. It didn't taste like human blood, she pouted.
Nyllie hated the humans. The humans put Nyllie in this prison. It's not like the humans were better than her, though they pretended. Nyllie expected that they were crazy. Maybe their mothers had dropped them on their heads. She laughed hard at that thought. But then stopped, thinking now of her mother. Her mother wasn't a human. That was good. Her mother was good. Nyllie suddenly missed the bug that reminded her of the night sky. The night bug. She lifted her feet and looked around. There it was, a brown splotch on the floor, it's black shell spread out over it's blood-not-human-blood.
Humans liked killing things. That's why she was in here. She had brought back what they killed. A scream that quite surprised Nyllie echoed through her cell. She knew it was Nyllie when she realized her hands were shaking with fury. And why shouldn't Nyllie be angry? The evil humans were evil, doing evil things all the time. Like locking her up. Or killing her only friend, the night bug. But Nyllie could do something about it couldn't she?
Standing up, something Nyllie hadn't done for a while, she straightened her back and lifted her shaking hands. It wasn't hard. It was easy wasn't it? After all, Nyllie had done it many times before. Not always to night bugs. She had done it to humans. She spat on the floor and cursed herself. Then refocusing herself, Nyllie watched the night bug reform before her eyes. It scurried around the floor, but now it listened to Nyllie. It was so cute, she was positive. She told it to climb the wall. Nyllie squealed. Then she squished the night bug again. Nyllie giggled and brought life back to the night bug again. That's why humans were evil. They didn't like night bugs so they locked her up. Nyllie told her night bug to go out the window and bite a human.
To be alone. Such a fragile existence; easily broken by the barest company.
To focus. Shattered because a small black bug decided to join her in the prison cell.
It was a cute bug, Nyllie believed, with its six little legs, and it's searching antennae wiggling through the air, tasting her breath. It had a shell hiding wings, as most bugs do. But this bug was special, this bug was shiny black. Like the sky. No, not like the sky, Nyllie concluded, for the sky was an empty nothingness. Except for the stars. Nyllie was sure the stars were not nothing.
She leaned back and pushed the bangs out of her eyes. If only she could see the stars, but the light spilling in from the barred window above her head meant it was day time. She stretched her foot and squished the bug under it. Nyllie liked to imagine the crunch was really the sound of the bug screaming. And the juice at the bottom of her shoe was blood wasn't it. Human blood? Like the monsters who trapped her here. She nodded then pulled her barefoot close and licked it carefully, savoring the musty taste. It didn't taste like human blood, she pouted.
Nyllie hated the humans. The humans put Nyllie in this prison. It's not like the humans were better than her, though they pretended. Nyllie expected that they were crazy. Maybe their mothers had dropped them on their heads. She laughed hard at that thought. But then stopped, thinking now of her mother. Her mother wasn't a human. That was good. Her mother was good. Nyllie suddenly missed the bug that reminded her of the night sky. The night bug. She lifted her feet and looked around. There it was, a brown splotch on the floor, it's black shell spread out over it's blood-not-human-blood.
Humans liked killing things. That's why she was in here. She had brought back what they killed. A scream that quite surprised Nyllie echoed through her cell. She knew it was Nyllie when she realized her hands were shaking with fury. And why shouldn't Nyllie be angry? The evil humans were evil, doing evil things all the time. Like locking her up. Or killing her only friend, the night bug. But Nyllie could do something about it couldn't she?
Standing up, something Nyllie hadn't done for a while, she straightened her back and lifted her shaking hands. It wasn't hard. It was easy wasn't it? After all, Nyllie had done it many times before. Not always to night bugs. She had done it to humans. She spat on the floor and cursed herself. Then refocusing herself, Nyllie watched the night bug reform before her eyes. It scurried around the floor, but now it listened to Nyllie. It was so cute, she was positive. She told it to climb the wall. Nyllie squealed. Then she squished the night bug again. Nyllie giggled and brought life back to the night bug again. That's why humans were evil. They didn't like night bugs so they locked her up. Nyllie told her night bug to go out the window and bite a human.