Making Monsters of…

From the twisting gnarled roots of the giant sycamore, sprouted a smaller version of the ancient. The sapling turned ever slightly westward to catch the fading light of the setting sun while the ancient stoic stood still. As the green flash of the dying rays reflected off the chill waters of a nearby lake a tiny hand reached away from the great tree and a tiny foot lifted off the root. A breath of life was taken once again between wooden sap coated lips and hollow knotted eyes.

Across the woodland glen similar events happened near every ancient tree. Rocks lifted themselves up out of the ground and scuttled on millipede legs towards one another bumping their way along until they found another hole to drop down into. Fallen leaves danced in the wind as music lit up the forest floor from the wood sprites playing fluting songs on fallen twigs. They danced their wild dances akin to the dance of leaves falling in the autumn breeze; their music gentle and merry never once escaping the edge of the trees protective shelters.

Then came the thorns. Someone had ired the false rose and shaped like wild boars the jagged edge weeds uprooted themselves and rushed through the gathering. There were three of them. One snorted and gnashed its jagged thorn filled mouth at the revelers. It rushed again only to be stopped by the ancient. Frozen in time as the blank marionette face of the ancient tree turned towards the other two. No matter how old the ancient got, the soft supple white wood of the core of the tree appeared youthful, healthy, and beautiful.

... Technology

The small creature beneath the glass dome was dubbed a Techorwaite by its discoverer John Orwaite. He wondered how anyone had missed them before, but he suddenly began seeing them everywhere. As first their dreadful naked appearance frightened him. It frightened everyone. Terms like gremlin, monster, and demon had blasted the airways until John captured one without killing it and began studying the fascination creatures.

Its body was covered in small black holes of various shapes and sizes. Its almost human like eyes, almost for they lacked irises, darted back and forth from John to others in the room. It was still frightened. John lifted the small crafted door crafted into the glass and slide in the old 16 Megabyte hard drive from his 386 computer. He had long since given up on trying to upgrade it in any sense of the word., and so it served other purposes. The little creature no larger than the circuit board that had just been slide into the dome with him scuttled forward and grabbed the equipment.

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