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THE BEE DANCE CLEVELAND TEACHES SAROPHIA
Hush now little one don’t you cry, there is nothing i can do to help you. Your mother is gone along with everyone else and she won’t be coming back. You are stuck here with me . . .I am stuck here with you. Don’t cry.
Hush now little one it won’t be long, the winds are blowing i can feel it strong, you will call for the bees you will dance for them all, they will come from far places . . . They will save us all. Don’t cry little one, you need to be strong.
Hush now little one follow my feet, watch my arms and keep the same beat, hold your hands high up to the sky make figure eights, keep the arms straight. Stop crying my dear stop and listen hear, try it one more time and get it right.
Hush now little one. Stop that crying, your mother is gone just like Barb!
Dance you have to dance, dance like the bee, bend your body forward and wiggle like me. Wiggle and waggle just follow me, little steps, little circles, then turn back around. Dance little girl, dance to save the world.
Cleveland was getting tired and not feeling well. He need to rest and Sarophia wanted to cry. Home is said, i want to go home, mommy said to stay in the cellar, until she comes, to get me out. Don’t leave she said or she will take my puppy. Your puppy is gone little girl, stop that crying, eat a honey sandwich. Now come on, sit over here, eat and rest we will dance some more.
I don’t want to dance, i’m not a bee. I want my mommy and puppy, leave me alone.
Cleveland looked at the clock . . .It was a quarter past three. Tell you what. I will take you to town if you stop that crying and eat. Let me rest.
So there they were . . .One facing the other, a man who didn’t like cry babies and a little girl who wanted her mother.
Tell me your name one more time little girl, or should i call ou cry baby. he chuckled at her, she frowned. . .Sarophia . . .S A R O P H I A. Cleveland smiled. I didn’t ask you to spell it, now go on, eat that up, it’s good for you . . .You’re a big meannie . . .Yes, yes . . .that’s okay, you can call me Cleveland, and if that is to hard for you, you can call me Cleve.
He went over to lay down . . .Listen Sarophia . . .I need to rest my eyes for a while, see that big hand on the clock? Yes, my mommy showed me for when it’s time to go to bed. That ‘s good, he told her . . .When the big hand goes all the way up to the top, i want you to pump some more cold water in the pail and put it on my head. You think you can do that for me?
She did. Sarophia ate the honey sandwich and when the time was right, she pumped the cold fresh water from the pump and dumped it all on his head! He gave a good yelp . . .
They would go into town and she would see her mommy was indeed gone and she would learn to dance the bee dance.
In the mean time, Sam was on his way to do some shopping and the strange girl was soaking in the river, drinking in all the cool fresh pure water running down stream from the mountain tops. She was not feeling well . . .She was stung by a bee.
STUFF ABOUT IDIOTS
Stuff About Idiots
- They loose count after three, whilst doing a project.
- Idiots have been known to reach the count of 12, 10 for sure, maybe 15 . . .
- But to an idiot, the count is only as good as it gets! Or why bother the count.
But to an idiot . . .It’s all ready thought out, in their heads. Meaning when you are thinking faster than you can get any of t out, they are coming to and ending, causing all to stop and do something different. To an Idiot . . .Although it is not all put down on paper , it is still finished in their minds.
Stuff About Idiots.
They feel that they always have to have
- Reason
- Understanding
- Be processing information
- Thinking up dumb stuff
- Acting like fools at times.
Stuff about idiots is . . .They think, why, waste brain space other wise. This is my brain space that you are taking up, with your stuff . . .I don’t want your stuff, nor do i want to take up my brain space on your stuff.
But coming from an idiot this sounds pretty smart if you ask me . . .Best way to stay out of trouble. To an idiot this is the number one RULE . . .#1 . Mind your own business. #2 . Keep your mouth shut. #3 . keep your mouth and your mind shut.
IDIOTS SOMETIMES CAUSE HAPPENINGS
THESE HAPPENINGS ARE ONLY OF THE SILLY KIND . . .Stuff about idiots is . . .when any sort of happenings, happen, there must be somebody stupid in the room with them. As far as the idiot is concerned, everyone in the room was laughing right up until someone stupid in the room opened their mouth. Idiots do not fight, but can fight, they do their best to please the crowd not up-set the crowd. Besides . . .Thousands of people love to be around one idiot . . .You know . . .Every one laughs at an idiot. But not a bad guy/girl. Like who is laughing now boys, we got your sack and we’re chewing your bone . . To an idiot, this would cause the idiot to swallow brain space, thinking on how to get back what is theirs . . .To an idiot, they will always want their stuff, it’s hard, for an idiot to let go . . .Let go . .No! Let go you idiot, you are going to hit that tree . . .No! I don’t want to fall. Well you are going to fall when you hit that tree.
It’s hard to know what the idiot will do, will he let go or will he hit the tree and take the fall? Because the idiot thinks this is a good question too . . .The idiot will quickly play out scenarios, in their mind, on everything about to happen, if they don’t make a choise, on what is happening, either way, they are going to get hurt . . .So now, the idiot is weighing out the odds on which pain will be worse . . .The hit or the fall. Freaking idiot. He happens to be more concerned about the cloths, [pants], they took without asking.
HIT OR FALL
- If hitting the tree, the left side of the body will travel to the right causing . . .Lots of damage. That does not look very nice in the mind.
- If letting go and falling, what if the knee-bones, come ripping through flesh and now any hungry animal can smell blood for miles.
- If the clothing, any damage to them, it would cause a fight or public humiliation.
STUFF ABOUT IDIOTS . . .The taking of the pants, is a major dilemma in both cases, [ Hit or fall], torn and or bloody, but which would be worse. Just let go.
A thing about an idiot is if you just start freaking out yelling in an insane manner, how is the idiot suppose to know what is going on. They don’t, what they tend to do is start processing all sorts of play acting for each thought hoping to choose the right thing to do. Which no doubt is save the pants at all cost. Time runs out for an idiot. JUMP . . .NO!
Sam is one of them there idiots . . .He is a good kind man with a kind heart and seems to do the wrong thing lots of times out of the goodness of his heart . . .Now he is sitting on the couch having brunch with an entity he knows not of . . .As far as he is concerned, it is a beautiful lost woman wearing his cloths, that came out of the wind. What man does not want a beautiful woman to show up on their doorstep. He gathered she was a bit strange due to something that happened to her whilst out and about by herself. So after he swallowed a mouth full of eggs and toast, he asked . . .Is there any family member that may be trying to find you. Does any one know you are lost? Is there anyone, you would like to call. What were you doing way up there in the first place.
She just laughed at him covering her opened mouth, so he would not see the food she was chewing. What’s so funny, he asked her . . .I would think that these set of questions are in order, when out of the blue a good-looking woman shows up on your door step wearing your cloths. What would you ask if it happened to you? She laughed more starting to sound off, little snorts. This made Sam get a little testy . . .I can’t see the humour in this but i guess you can . . .So how would you like to fill me in. He took a mouth-full of food and chewed and waited, looking at her. Little time passed as she brought her joyment down to a smile. She sat up and asked him this. Which question do you want me to answer and, do you ever stop talking long enough to get an answers? Sam sat and thought on what she said, he played it all out in his head . . .He could see images where he did indeed listen to answers and he does stop talking. Now she was waiting on him to response to her question . She chose not to wait she could tell by the look on his face he was deep in thought. She had to break him free so she asked . . .Why are you way out here by yourself . . .How do you know i am by myself? I don’t smell another woman and there is only one pair of shoes, and they are on your feet. He looked down at the shoes then back to her face. okay so you don’t like questions, i get that. I’m just saying someone is probably concerned, bout your where about. All she said was . . .Can i have some more of this. She pointed to an empty spot on her dish, looking only into his eyes. Very rare please, she whispered. He took the dish and left the room heading straight to the kitchen. Then he stopped and watched the clock, tic-toc.
This choise is not mine she said and she left the house.
Cleveland is tossing in his sleep and Saropia is mad.
WHAT DID I SAY I SAW
Get your story straight before you speak . . .Because you have to remember what you said you saw. Think before you speak looking back in your mind, going over everything you think you saw . . .That way you do not have to say . . .What did i say i saw?
Because you are now telling people you think you saw a charging lizard like thing standing on its hind legs, running at you out of the wind . . .Were you drinking at the time one might ask. Or are you taking any medications, others may ask . . .But what the hell . . .Running two-legged lizards outside the city, why not . . .There happens to be a lot of odd things outside the city. Why not, Two-legged lizards with necks as long as two feet. We now have, fuzzy black bees with white spots.
WHO AM I
Do you want to know . . .Or am i a head of myself, am i the only one who likes what i am writing? Am i wasting my time and yours? I have several stories I just thought HOT WHITE was awesome. So i thought i would share. . . But we all know, just because someone like 
something, does not mean we all like it. And i am not one for pushing anything on anyone.
So, my Morph is not for everyone. Most likely, because we do not want the world to end. So . . .What do you want.
THE FINAL MORPHING
I will not tell you of this transformation, as i will surely pay with my life. Some things are to be kept quiet. But i can tell you it is very painful and beautiful at the same time. This final morph from being to entity was hard to watch, the beams of light are blinding and the creature suffers at a great magnitude. Not all will survive this morph, only those who took the purest of eyes shall carry on, and only two are needed. Whether i could have stopped this or not is not my judgement, i am only THETALER, my only duty to mankind is to watch and tell that which is unspeakable by me. I can now only tell you all, sometimes certain things and places should go un harboured. But you as human have this unsanctified extemporaneous way of doing things, thus causing extinctions of vital importance to mankind. You have brought this upon yourself, your own destruction.
You have brought forth The End Of All Living Things On This Planet . . .
Cleveland Rupert woke like every other day only this day he would spend it out in the country. It was Sunday and he would go to his bee hives and check things out and if there was enough honey in the hives he would make a couple of jars. Iola is his girlfriend and has never been out to the hives, he felt she would flip out at all the bees and get herself stung. She protested this and he only said she would run around waving her arms screaming or her perfume would attract the bees and she would cause all sorts of things to happen and the answer was no! She can not go. This was something he did alone plus he was a man who kept to himself anyway. How he ever got mixed up with Iola in the first place was a wonder. But if you knew Iola you would understand. To make it simple for everyone he said not only was she pretty she was old school. And when a man gets his hands on a woman who is old school, you better keep them. And that is what he did. He did sort of Love her but not really Love her. She was more or less something he was breaking in to fit in with his life style. But he sure did like her, lots, and he did want her around, but not out there. His bees were dear to him, they gave him a peace inside and made him feel like he was needed. His bees were most important and he did not need her to go out there and get some of them killed, out of stupidity. No! Was the answer again. But this time, Iola was not giving up. She wanted to go with him, she wanted to make sure she was not around for just his pleasures and something was going to come out of this relationship. And in order for her to ensure herself of this was to get him to take her to his bees.
Oh please please please . . .I will not wash or brush my teeth and i have no perfume on and i will be quiet and stay out of your way . . .Please Cleveland let me come, just this once . . .If you are not happy with me out there i will never ask again. And if you take me i will stay out of your way and go pick wild flowers. PLEASE. [ I have to stop for today as my computer is telling me my draft is not being save]. I need a little time. Sorry.
THE MORPH 6
Morning arrived and her eyes sprung open. She lay there quiet, as her eyes roamed around the room before getting out of bed. He did not come, she thought. He doesn’t care for me, she told herself. But i Love him. She tossed the blankets to the side and got out of bed.
He said he would try to make it down. He said, if he wasn’t to busy, he would drive down. She left her bedroom, went to the kitchen and stopped thinking for seconds as she switched on the coffee pot and went to the bathroom. Why doesn’t he love me enough to see me. Why. She finished on the toilet and washed her hands and face, then brushed her long red hair. She stood looking at herself in the mirror, thinking some more, then told herself she would go out, maybe drive into the city to see a movie, or just check out the dance clubs and have a drink or two. Why should she sit around waiting for something that was never going to happen. He would never be ready for her. After all he is quite fond of her . . .Quite fond of her, not in Love with her. She took one last look in the mirror, she saw the tears, swell in her green eyes. She said out loud. No . . .Don’t you cry. I am quite fond of things too and i do not love them. He does not Love me . . .He uses me for entertainment. Why couldn’t i see this. Why do i Love him. Yeah? . . . Time for a change, they tell me change is good. She left the washroom and got dressed ready for the day. She took her coffee and news paper to the table and waited for the bread in the toaster to pop.
How many times do you look at the clock in one day? This day was different. She looked at the clock about eighty times and still the time was not moving fast enough.Exhausted and confused at something making her watch the time, she went to the window and stood looking out across the field. Something was holding her.
She had her own business sewing and mending cloths. The building was situated at the cross roads, on the corner at the highway. The phone rang and rang and rang more before she turned from the window, but by then it was too late and the ringing stopped. Who ever is was she knew they would call back, chances are it was one of her customers, calling to see if their order was finished. Sometimes she would get big orders of three hundred shirts to be made a certain way or fashioned dresses, that needed seven buttons, or more sewn on them, or like this time, she had an order for one thousand golf shirts with a black print across the neck collar. She had sent everyone home for the day, saying the hours were long, that they did a good job and tomorrow they would meet the dead line. She would stay behind and finish up paper work and sign paychecks for all eight workers.
It was now five o’clock and she was tired and getting hungry. She would clean up in her little washroom at the job site and drive into town where she would have a bit to eat and then drink and dance. Something she has not done in years while she waited for him. Nothing was going to stop her now . . .She would wait no more for any man. Her time was running out so she thought. She would soon be thirty and wanted a family and as far as she was concerned he wasted her last seven years and he would waste no more, she would move on and cut all ties from him. She looked at herself in the mirror.
When she left the washroom, thunder could be heard off in the distance, black clouds raced a crossed the sky, under white clouds that were already there. She was always afraid of thunder, that is when the lightning would strike. She was always afraid. Always, but not this time, it was different, and she knew it. She could hear the thunder rolling in now for twenty minutes and did not care. She tried hard to ask herself why? why was she not afraid this time, there was no answer and the thunder was above the building now. She walked to the clock and stood there frozen watching the time. Then the phone rang . . .
The phone rang and the phone rang and the phone rang. Something snapped inside her and she went to answer it but it stopped ringing, and she left the building getting in her car and drove to the city. She watched the road as she put her music on thinking she was going to have a good time and not think about him and spoil the night. She would wait no more for any man.
Back in town from the other direction a car pulled into a lane way driving up to a darkened house. Coming to a stop, a man got out and opened the back seat door of the car, taking out a beautiful, bundle of flowers tied in red shiny ribbon. Then he reached into his pocket taking out a little box covered in royal blue velvet, and opened it. Inside was a set of diamond rings. He looked towards the house then back to the rings. I Love you more and more each day, and i don’t know, but my heart tells me it’s you. He walked up to the house full of pride.
He arrived a day late but with every intentions of asking for her hand in marriage. He did love her. There was trouble at the border causing great delays for everyone. He found she was not home so he placed the flowers in a vase leaving the box on the table with a note.
Then he left the house and drove to her work place, in hopes she was there. He parked the car and took his set of keys and went into the building. She was not there . . .He thought then that she may have went to pick up some groceries and would be back soon. He noticed a picture on the shelf over by the coffee maker of him and her. He went to it taking it up. He smiled at the picture of her, holding a huge fish she caught, and the look on her face made him chuckle. He remembered how she was getting crazy telling the person with the camera to hurry up and take the picture before she drops the fish, as it was jerking all over the place. I should have asked you then to marry me, what a fool i am . . .He put the picture back and turned towards the noise he heard, but everything seemed quiet, so he went back to looking at other pictures of them with fond memories.
Minutes later he stood and waited in front of the clock. He wanted to move but he could not move. He asked himself why. What was he doing, what was he waiting for? But there was no answer. He waited. The next thing he knew he went to the door, opened it and just stood listening to this sound. He stood frozen, compelled, transfixed to a luring noise, then took off his cloth.
He watched five beings ran towards him with bright red eyes and razor-sharp teeth. He could hear the scraping of their dragging claws getting louder as they came from across the field. A clap of thunder broke opened the night and the scrapping stopped. He walked out and lay down among them as tears streamed down his face. One of them opened his legs and he thought he was having sex. He could feel his organs tingle hot. Unable to move, he watched the others watch and wait. They were waiting to feed on his sweet hot meat that lie before them. Without this feed they would surely die. Blood was spilling out of his body, but he did not care. He watched as the others chew and ate him away then one of them the took his eyes.
That night when she returned home, she seen the flowers and found the note with the little box. Upon opening the box she took in a surprising gasp of air. Then She read the note.
My Dearest Darling,
After carefull consideration i have come to the conclusion that i can not live another day without you . . .Will you marry me.
Oh she cried, and ran to the bedroom, where she thought he must be sleeping. She would say yes. What she did was go visit with her sister and stay for supper. She could not bring herself to leave him after all . . .She was in Love.
THE FINAL MORPH WILL HAPPEN WE CAN NOT BE STOPPED
There are no more days left.
MORPH 5 HER EYES SO BRIGHT
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It was a long day and finally over, the days work was heavy. She needed to get out of the house and do her best to make a new life for herself. She snickered here and there to herself as the very thought of the Advice Given her, was to get a life . . .She still had trouble with the meaning of it, and figured it has been a couple of years that she has left the house, besides work or groceries. She found some courage and told herself she would later on go down to the loco bar and have some drinks . . .Well start with water then when she felt the courage build up she would drink the spirits and get drunk and fall down. This too she giggled here and there as to whether she should drink and fall or would it hurt or would it be just be embarrassing, and right now she didn’t care . . .She was going out and nothing was going to stop her.
She had supper and a bath and a rest and then got dressed nice. And Nice it was. She didn’t look whore-ish or flashy she look yummy in a sort of healthy way. Size 5 dress jean pants and a soft white top to match her teeth and the twinkle in her left eye. Right off, when she entered the bar everyone looked. Of course as everyone does . . .When anyone enters a bar, we all want to know who just walked in. Ya never know what it might be.
Nice Hair, someone said, before she reached the bar, to order a drink. Well that blew it all . . .She became well aware the whole place was watching her now and waiting for an answer. She played it cool, making her way the to bar. ” Why thanks and can i have a water please and is anyone on the pool table?
She couldn’t help but to giggle inside as most of the people now looked confused with all her chatter, but they were still looking at her. But, she kind of liked it, as she could tell it was in a good way . . .Maybe a few of the girls, felt they had something to worry about, but not from her. But they were.
She walked over to the pool table and put in a dollar. The noise of the crank followed by the noise of the balls crashing down made everyone look. As she positioned the balls upon the table a clicking sound caught her attention. When she glanced up a short funny looking guy stood with his arm extended. “Hello, my name is Jean-Guy rubber boot. His eyes were very close to being perfect round. She bit her bottom lip doing her best not to laugh thinking, why me . . .”Hello. I take it you want a game? He placed his dollar down and the game was on. She took the first stick she saw, and he, went over to the wall and selected one, holding it like he was looking down a double barrel shot-gun, then he placed it on the table rolling it back and forth. He was happy with the stick he choose and gave her a large toothy smile. There was no stopping her now . . .She burst out with laughter. She stood back and took him in, the funny little guy.
- His nose was perfect straight.
- His eyes wide.
- His teeth so white and huge.
- His skin had a black ora to it.
- His hair was long greasie and black.
- His cloths were that of a maintainance man except for the boots.
He wore those real pointy cowboy boots with chains and spurs that clicked, clicked, clicked, clicked when he walked. That is what he did. “Money breaks.” he announced, and took a shot whacking the balls a good turn, knocking two down off the brake. Click, click click, to the other side of the table. Down went another ball and another and another.
Hi i'm Jean-Guy want to play?
She was impressed and annoyed thinking big show off at the same time. Then he missed. Oh whoopee. But the time he missed, one, ball, of his, was left, on the table mixed in with all of hers. He showed her his teeth. She laughed.
It was not long before more dollars were placed on the table and everyone funning and laughing, the he walked in . . .He did not see her at first but she was stunned and a little embarrassed when she saw him. Someone called to her. “It’s your shot.” that is when he saw her and she not him. Well well, he thought . . .He went over and placed a dollar on the table and when she stood from her shot, she could not but see him, he was there. ” You!” she giggled. Then went on to play. Now coy though . . .She couldn’t dare miss this shot with him standing there. She took her time and made the shot and did her best not to be so bashful. But it was too late.. he made her feel strange.. After all was it not he who earlier told her to get a life and now here he is and here she is . . .” Is this getting a life?”
She laughed herself back to the table and took another drink of the water still not drinking the beer. Now she felt it was a very good time to drink . . .It was going to be the only way she would be able to stay and play. Besides it was getting dark out there and she did not want to walk home just yet. She wanted to show him, she had a life, and it was a good life, and she knew how to have just as much as the next guy. And she was doing just that. They all laughed.
It was not far off to the right side of the building, that a thick wooded area consumed that way of the town. 
Sometimes some of the customers would go into the trees, to mess around, as far as the story goes. But not this night . . .It seemed tonight’s costumers were quite happy without sex. They played and they drank, while red specks could be seen flashing, in and out in, the deep of the woods. Wasn’t long when the night sky lured the red glitters closer to the establishment. Hungry Bugoids gathered, they would send forth their luring call and wait in hopes of healthy eyes. Time is crucial and feeding needs to be done.
The noise coming from the bar, was louder at this time of night, and excepted by the towns people, as this is one of their only means of pleasure. They all knew, any one, complaint, would close down the small bar forcing any fun to be had, would be by means of a long drive into the city. Everyone complied with one another, that is what you do in a little town. Stay friends.
Take me higher
After all they all had to live there with each other. It was the city people who came out to drink with them. They had more freedom in the country.
The time was now around midnight when she went out for fresh air, it became to hot and stuffy as the bar filled with more people. She went out and it felt good on her face. And in the trees they saw her eyes and they were brilliant white, against the iris so blue. She turned to face the woods, wanting to hear if she heard, what she thought she did.
A sound . . .A strange sound, a low humming of some sort, but this sound was luring, she needed to hear if she heard. “Hey what are you doing out here.” he said. “You had too much to drink and you are sick.” He went to her talking louder. “Hey . . .Are you going to be okay?” ‘
“Did you hear that ?” she took a few more steps in that direction and he stopped her by standing in front of her. “You don’t want to go in there . . .There is glass and shit and old cans and some drunks get fucked in there.” “What?” he just laughed telling her to come inside with him. “Never mind.” he said with a snort. “ That is no place for you.” 
But in amongst the trees the bugoids were some what frantic. Her eyes were of a whiteness they have not seen. Bright white. They would have those eyes in a different manner, but not one of consumption. One of a Leader. She would be their Leader. They could turn her eyes. They would need to touch her. But first it is time to feed and feed they will, but not her.
Yeah, okay, you can move down now.
He drove her home in his Cordova, along with a few other friends. Some of the customers went home by way of taxi, some by way of each other, and some by way of waking, in different directions. Those people were followed and sought out for clean eyes. None was touched other wise.
The lady in the pink pant suite crossed the road and started off down the road-way, almost straight up from the bar. She was by herself as she usually was. Some times she took a friend home but this night he did not show up. So off she went home for the evening and a good nights sleep. it was maybe five minutes and she was completely alone and had about eight more minutes before she was home, when she stopped and looked at her watch.
She stood watching her watch . . .Why? She did not know. She was waiting for something to happen. What was she waiting for? She did not know. A tear ran down her cheek and she took off her cloths. She remembered something, but what. She smiled and another tear fell and she lie down and one of them opened her legs and started to chew and eat very carefully in a selected manner. She could tell it was gentle and she could feel her hot blood spill from her.
As it chewed it ate her reproductive cells,ovaries, uterus, oviducts, vagina, and several small associated organs along with the gonads.
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It ate and she could see them all around her, she could see their arms and claws,. Then she could see red fiery eyes watching her and she thought she was having sex and she glowed, as one of them took her eyes. They all ate. Nothing was left. Not one drop of blood, not even her cloths.
- Eight days remained.
- Three more kills to regain magnitudes of Hot Whites
- The final morph.
THE MORPH 4 Smells to much like pickle.
Was what he said before he stopped doing what he was doing, putting his finally finished home work, away. He worked on a project he paid for on the internet. he paid a lot of money to take a home school course, on electricity. So here he was, home on a Saturday, and not out with the boys putting in a goods work of bar hoping. He figured at his age of 49, he could use another trade under his belt, for the future. Plus his real job is getting ready to close down, landing hundreds of people out of work.
And is he unhappy about having to stay home? YES he is . . .Him and his buddies have way to much fun when they are out together. Why it was just last week, when he happened upon an old flame, and getting to excited, he vomited on her legs, as they sat at a table talking, for the first time in a couple of years, then asked her out . . .
He would like very much to apologize, but he had to pass this one and final step and do the two last lessons and there was no two ways about it. NONE. [ People should really understand the word priorities ], it could save a lot of time and money and a whole world of things. {That is what he told his friends when they tried to coax him out for a game of pool and drinks.} He really wanted to met the perfect girl and take her for his wife, and he thought it could be her. He really liked her a lot and he knew time was out . . .
But . . .He had to build a three-way electric circuit on a board and pass this course. So there went his Saturday, home working for hours, getting this job done. He was pleased with the out-come of his home staying as all three switches worked, all the lesson were complete, the day was finally over and it seemed to last forever. Now, something was making him wait for something to happen. Even the hands on the clock did not move. He as waiting for something to happen. Every second was like five. Every minute seemed to sit still. He was tired of waiting but what was he waiting for, he did not know.
- Then a loud bolt of thunder cracked open the sky. A pickle jar fell to the floor.
- Red dust fell to the Earth. ” Smells too much like pickle.”
- Deformed bodies shaped up out of the ground. He went to where the noise was.
- They stood three feet tall and glowed a soft bright red. They saw his eyes.
- Their arm reaching down almost to their feet, each with three large claws hanging at the ends.
- As far as he could tell their heads looked as if they were on their belly.
There were five of them standing there watching him, he slowly took off all his cloths and walked outside. Uncontrollably, he laid his naked body down and waited . . .Tears rolled down the sides of his face as he listened to them, run to him. Listened while their claws scrapped along the ground. Soon they were all circled around him. Then one spread open his legs chewing and eating slowly. He could tell it ate in a selected manner, like it was only picking out the good stuff on the plate while the others waited. There were large red eyes piercing down at him and for that moment he thought he was having sex. The one would eat the scrotum, glans penis, penis glands and penis, seminal vesicle, epigastric vessels, infeior, and the testicle with the testicular vessels.
All this was to be eaten carefully not to bite or break, the piss bag. The bladder, or the organs would be poisoned and no good for the Morph. When this was finished, the others started to chew and eat him everywhere. He could feel his hot red blood, spilling out, everywhere. He watched as they chew and ate him away, he couldn’t feel anything, he couldn’t move. Then one of them took his eyes.
Now this BUGOID would need to feed on the female reproductive system. Tomorrow they would look for a healthy female specimen, but right now, the other four had to feed.
NINE DAYS
The other four wanted to return home to MARS as well. They hunted in a pack not by choise, by means of eating all the human form, leaving nothing, no remains, and it would take all five to have this done with-in the hour. everything chewed and gone like you never existed. This was to insure their safety, leaving no trace of any wrong doing. Nothing was going to stop them and time is running out. NINE DAYS LEFT.
NINE DAYS LEFT before the final stage, the last Morph HOT WHITE
Unstoppable and the end of mankind.
