Monthly Archives: December 2011
Somewhere nearby a baby boy got his first heartbeat in Mrs. Stevenson’s womb. After nine months the baby was born and his mother named him Rob Stevenson. The baby grew quickly and in no time he was a boy.
Meanwhile Gary’s wife had passed away due to an illness. They never had any children due to her inability to conceive. Being all alone and missing his wife desperately, Gary sold the farm for a huge profit and moved to an apartment in the city, nearby his late father-in-law’s store. He had turned 60 on his last birthday and Gary was thinking of funding his retirement by selling the store.
Two blocks away the boy Rob Stevenson was playing baseball with his friends in a vacant lot. He was an excellent batter and all his teammates expected him to hit a home run like he did in the previous inning capturing the lead for them. He had two strikes and finally he hit a pop fly with the third pitch but a friend on the opposite team caught it and he was out. Now it was Rob‘s teams turn to be in the outfield. He was standing deep in case a long shot came his way.
Gary, the shopkeeper, checked his watch and saw that it was 5:00 PM. Time to close and go home he thought. He got up from his chair, changed the open sign to closed, locked the store and began walking towards his apartment. As he passed by the abandoned lot he saw the kids playing baseball. It made him wishfully think that had he and his wife had a child. He would have taught his child to play baseball. As he was thinking one of the kids hit the ball and it rolled out into the middle of the street.
Rob Stevenson raced out to get the ball and throw it into play. As he straightened up from picking up the ball he saw a truck speeding right towards him. He suddenly realized someone was pushing him. `
Gary, the shopkeeper had seen the ball land and roll in to the middle of the street. He was going to pick it up and return it to play when he saw the kid running after the ball. Realizing the impending danger the boy was in, he immediately ran out into the street and pushed the boy to the side.
Unfortunately, he had no time to escape and the truck hit him hard. Though he was hit and lay bleeding on the ground from the impact, he just raised his eyes to make sure that the kid was safe. In spite of his pain he felt the happiness of having saved the boy and took his last breath with a smile of satisfaction on his face. His soul was gone…
Rob stood there shocked, watching the person, who just saved his life, die….
In a dumpster near the store an insect egg hatched and the larva came to life with the dead ant’s soul. It was a female mosquito and after about five days she was outside looking for food. Only female mosquitoes feed off the blood of humans and other animals. She was admired by her mosquito friends because she told vivid stories about escaping harm while she fed. She had tasted the blood of many different creatures and had grown fat. As she flew around the city she saw a man going into a store. She had just enough time to go inside as the door closed.
Gary as usual was sleeping in the chair. A man entered the store and the sound of the door opening woke him up. As Gary tried to shake off his sleepiness he tried to smile to make the customer feel happy and began showing him around the store hoping the customer would buy something. As he and the customer toured the store he thought about his old life, working in his farm instead of running this stupid store. His wife’s father had left her the store when he died and had made her promise not to sell it. It was his dying wish that Gary look after the store. Now he was busy running the store while his wife was back on the farm taking care of the chicken and other animals. He fondly remembered how he used to go fishing and catch the night’s dinner. The memories hastily vanished as the customer asked for the price of something he wished to buy.
The mosquito in the store was starving. She had her eye on the customer but as she flew towards him she saw Gary and decided to sample his blood. Gary walked over to the customer and stood by him. In no time the mosquito landed onGary’s neck and started to feed on his blood.
As Gary talked to the customer he felt the mosquito on his neck and his hand immediately swatted at her. He had missed but saw the mosquito fly away. Gary took the customer’s purchase to the counter to write out the bill.
The sample she had tasted was delicious, so the mosquito wanted more. She flew right back and landed on Gary’s neck. She began to feed. She saw the fingers coming towards her and noticed a small gap between Gary’s fingers. That’s all she needed to easily escape.
In all, the mosquito bit Gary four or five times. Now Gary really wanted to kill her. The customer had finished his purchase and left. So Gary pretended to go to sleep in his chair. He had uncovered his shoulder knowing that the mosquito would not be able to resist such an easy target and he was right. In no time the mosquito had once again landed on his neck. This time when he hit her he was successful and the mosquito had lost her life in no time. He took a towel and cleaned off the blood that was on his hand as the soul of the mosquito floated up through the air…
At that exact moment a hen on Gary’s farm laid an egg in her nest and the wandering soul had a body to occupy. The small chick soon grew into a glorious rooster and had no idea that in a few days he would be killed by Gary.
The rooster loved to strut around in front off the other chickens and show off his stature and beautiful coloring. He felt his fellow chickens’ admiration and he was proud of himself. A few feet away Gary’s wife was once again telling him to kill a chicken so she could prepare a special dinner, for when her aunt and uncle came for dinner that evening.
Gary was on his way to the henhouse when he decided he was tired of his wife’s nagging and decided the first chicken he saw would be going off to the kitchen. The cock was strutting around in front of his fellow chicken inside the chicken pen and Gary quickly grabbed him.
The rooster was in pain as he found his neck hanging from Gary’s hands. The rooster tried everything he could to escape but had no luck. As he looked at Gary’s face, a sudden sense of fear washed over him but he did not know the reason. Up ahead the rooster saw a log with a small axe lying next to it.
By now due to Gary’s tight grip on his neck the rooster fell unconscious. In one blow his head was decapitated. Gary took the now dead rooster to his wife. She was very happy and complimented her husband on his selection. The handsome rooster would soon be gracing their company dinner table and on its way to their stomachs as his soul was searching for a new body…
Somewhere nearby a baby boy got his first heartbeat in Mrs. Stevenson’s womb…….
…..to be continued (the final part)
It was an exciting day for the black ant. It was the very first time he ventured out of the nest. He and his friends were scavenging around the woods in search of food. They excitedly sniffed for food with their antennas when they came across a tree. The ant looked up and saw a bird in the tree. Suddenly the bird was flying right at them and the ant tried desperately to warn his friends but there was not enough time.
The bird scooped up about a hundred ants with his feathers. Birds often try to capture black ants in their feathers because the ants spray formic acid as a defense mechanism. This acid helps birds to remove parasites from their feathers. The ant sprayed his acid but when the bird flapped its wings the ant lost his balance and began to fall back to the ground. His mind was racing with thoughts but he had no idea what to do to stop his fall. He was scared and it seemed like an eternity since he had fallen off the bird. When he hit the ground he felt drowsy and kept hearing a stepping noise all around him. He saw very big and long things walking around. Desperately the ant looked everywhere for his friends, but to no avail.
The things appeared to be nothing but long legs walking around the ground. The ant had fallen into a city. He walked and then ran and saw a store, which he quickly entered. There were many items he did not recognize and the smells were unknown to the ant. Everything was new to him and different. He realized he had become separated from his friends and the thought of being alone saddened him.
The store was owned by a man namedGary. He was sleeping in a chair because there had only been a few customers all day. He always fell asleep when business was slow. He was awakened suddenly by the feeling of something crawling on his skin.Garylooked and saw the ant crawling past his elbow and moving towards his hand. He wasted no time swatting at the ant with his other hand.
The ant was hit hard and hurt very badly. He could not open his eyes. Two of his legs were broken and though he tried to walk all he could do was limp slowly. Every part of his body was in awful pain. He somehow finally managed to open his eyes. What he saw terrified him. The giant hand was coming towards him again. The ant tried to run but it was in vain. The hand hit him hard and his eyes were closed forever.
Gary saw that the ant was dead. He took it in his hand, dropped it, saw the ant fall off and went back to sleep as the ant’s soul floated up in the air ….
….to be continued