The Tractor-God divided the grounds and sects lived as savages driven merely by instinct. The lizard sect fed on the flying sect, the toad sect fed on the crawling sect. The land was ignorant and evil; for life was short.
The glow-water from the gods poured unto the land, the Tractor-God roared in his thunder one last time and the land fell silent for an age of many winters.
During this age the glow-water weakened, but its effects had been felt. The Hy-Born appeared. They were the original bugs… different, larger, upright, and intelligent. They were as powerful, as they were unique.
An age past again and nests became villages, nooks became towns, and mounds, much like hives, became cities.
The flying sect defended itself from the lizard sect, the crawling sect held its ground against the toad sect. The new traits passed down to the Hy-Born, from the 'blood of their gods', gave rise to their offspring, the Hy-Bred.
Jealousy was given birth, hatred was its child, and war became its legacy; for this became a new age.
The land became intelligent... and evil, as life remained short.
This is a tale of an ant mound on a small island of dirt amid a creek. The mound is Antithica and its ant-queen is Penelopant. She has chosen her love and king.
Ooh. Very interesting concept. I like the short introduction the this new land - it was informative and quite a lot of information for such a short write-up. So many characters waiting to be developed, so many locations waiting to be populated.
The roaches were warned and yet one of their intrusion felt the bounty held more reward than the risk. He was the splinter who found his way through the lush grain clump fields hosting the aphid herd on the low side of Antithica.
The route through the mound was given by the contractor of the killer. The journey through the elaborately designed tunnels tested the skill of the roach. His artistry was proven in the lower corridors, as the mouth of the throne room was not distant from his approach.
Antennae alert and a hungry dagger at the ready, the fecal-monger edged into the crystal lit room of royalty determined to kill the ant-queen… Penelopant.
The hush of ‘hello’ was intended for his target.
The hush of ‘hello’ was met by her ‘husbant’… the king.
The niceties of the blade became their conversation. The echo of clangs acted as their disagreement. The conclusion of death was the final outcome.
The ant-queen was safe, as the greeting for this assassin was delivered by her love.
Ok this is the best thing I have read on this site to date. You need to turn this into a novel like Alice in Wonderland or The Wizard of Oz, stories that on the surface seemed aimed at children but the subtext is really a morality tale for adults dealing clearly with the problems of today's world
The Hy-Born ants spoke of the arm of the stream that was cut off in the first age by globs of chalk white stone which hardened into a levee. It split the body of running water into a still pond near the end of it length.
Those Hy-Born called the hardened white stone, ‘Crete’. The deathly dark waters behind it was merely known as the, ‘Pond’.
In the Pond, roaches escaped authority, Skeetas perfected their poisons, leeches ambushed the lost, and maggots fed on the dead; only to become malicious... flies; politicians with wings. It was a place off limits to the honest and dreaded by the courageous. Brutal order was kept by its brutal steward… the Hy-Born toad, Croakseidon.
Mighty and age-old, he crushed those who defied him and devoured those that failed him. He enjoyed power and despised weakness. To reside in the Pond, all paid their dues.
It was the missing group of ebon-ant foragers that drew the order of the ant-queen for answers. It was the response from her elite guard that placed them at the furthest ledge of Crete seeking answers from this vile ruler of the Pond. It was the fight past the armored beetles and the defeat of their lizard commander that evoked the somber presence of the Pond-King himself.
The brow of Crete trembled as the Hy-Born toad crawled its face to confront his visitors. Down the brink of white rock stared a lone ebon-ant, a war-stolen axe greedy in one hand and a ravenous Antithacan sword in the other, both eager for disagreement. His brother-ants backed away from their king, this was his stage.
Swamp ferns waved their leaves as a gladiator’s crowd cheering on the small fearless king standing before the coal gaze of Croakseidan. The toad was not impressed and the king did not care.
He held his placement for a moment allowing the swamp breeze to escape their space and questioned the Pond-King as an equal,
Omen: Get in line, I have been working like crazy also. I have two major projects I have to finish and hopefully everything slows down. Haven't had time to log into the board... I actually miss it. It feels good popping my head in to see what's going on.
Aug 3, 2017 11:16:19 GMT -5
The Muse: time to get stories rolling again!!!
Aug 3, 2017 16:15:48 GMT -5
The Muse: *POKES OMEN...wanders off looking for Redmage and Magister while mumbling to self.."Now where did knighthood get to....?"
Aug 3, 2017 16:24:51 GMT -5
The Muse: Wednesday!!! Yay! Halfway back to F R Y D A Y!
Aug 9, 2017 14:29:33 GMT -5
Magister: Ive been lame, but ill be making it a point to be on this forum daily! We will rise it from the ground I've let it rest on for too long, to the skies of everlasting geekdom!
Aug 10, 2017 17:11:23 GMT -5
The Muse: woooo hooooo!!! Geekdom rising!!
Aug 11, 2017 21:08:09 GMT -5
The Muse: Woohoo hoooooo! Friday!!!
Aug 18, 2017 11:18:58 GMT -5
The Muse: Gearing up to deal with Hurricane Irma....scratch that...packing to leave town!
Sept 5, 2017 22:45:14 GMT -5
The Muse: Survived the hurricane...as did Omen, Redmage and Magister although they dont have internet yet. How did everyone else in the southeast fare?
Sept 15, 2017 16:10:18 GMT -5
g40t90yes: Good Morning. Now I am no political activist, but with is going on in today's activist world, I have a question. Last Sunday Vice President Pence walked out of a Colts Football game because the Players took a knee. I would like to read your View about this
Oct 11, 2017 7:50:37 GMT -5
g40t90yes: Continue. Now The NFL Owners (Jones-Cowboys, Ross-Dolphins) are going to demand their players stand for the Anthem. Again just thinking out loud. Couple of weeks ago Owners (Jones) knelt with players. Now you are pulling back. Why??
Oct 11, 2017 7:54:40 GMT -5
g40t90yes: One more thing. Some people view The NFL Draft and NBA Draft as a modern day or fashionable auction block for black young men. Thoughts!!! Please.
Oct 11, 2017 8:04:49 GMT -5
The Muse: Im sure there are going to be a lot of thoughts on this...why not start a thread on the topic under the "chat" board. It will be easier for everyone to read and comment on it there. This shoutbox is kinda cumbersome to have to scroll through to read stuff.
Oct 11, 2017 17:15:26 GMT -5
The Muse: Where does the time go?
Nov 7, 2017 9:26:16 GMT -5
Omen: I don't know... some say time goes around in circles - for me, its just a dreary long squiggly line, in some places in its a smile, in others... its not.
Nov 8, 2017 0:02:19 GMT -5
The Muse: Sunday's are for cooking.... Let's do this!!
Nov 26, 2017 13:45:55 GMT -5
The Muse: Monday....yay
Dec 4, 2017 11:47:42 GMT -5
The Muse: IT'S s Friday!! Staring in the face of almost two weeks of down time. This is WAY overdue. 😛
Dec 22, 2017 11:12:47 GMT -5
dakoolah: Happy New Year!!
Jan 1, 2018 17:38:08 GMT -5