Is 9 pages long
It seemed way too long, so I figured I'd try to put it on a pdf, but then I realized that I wrote it completely in Google Docs so I could post it with this link, so here it is:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PQxMkd_QChJaFQwI3d8NSHg5p_iqoxGumcw9nky7wQw/edit?hl=en&authkey=CMPa-9sJ
Feel free to throw some names out for the title, I couldn't think of one myself.
-Derrick
Monday, March 14, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Ladybug Story
Maxwell slowly made his way up a blade of grass. All six legs wiggling their way up, he flew when he reached the top, hovering in the air until he found what he wanted: a leaf. A nice big leaf for him to relax on, enjoy the sun, and get away from everybody. Now an adult, he had thought the whole ‘male ladybug’ joke would have settled by now, especially considering that there were thousands and thousands of males just like him around the world, but his conflicted existence never got old to the residents in his garden. Quickly he grew tired of exclaiming his real name: Coccinellidae and trying to explain that he was a beetle like any other beetle they had met. He just wanted to be alone.
Finding the moment of solitude extremely pleasing, Maxwell planted his legs firmly on the leaf. Drifting side to side, he swayed in a peaceful unison with the wind, he wished he could stay there forever.
The thought was disrupted by a buzzing. In the distance, two of the Bee Queen’s servants were jetting towards him. Maxwell bounded off of his plan, spreading his wings and fluttering as fast as he could. Unfortunately, no matter how fast he flew, the pursuers wouldn’t wane away. Soon enough, two sets of arms wrapped around his and he stopped flying. He was at the will of the Queen’s bees and nothing would changed that.
Approaching the center of the garden had taken longer than expected. Max hadn’t realized how far he had traveled from it. His thoughts just always seemed to take him wandering to the outskirts until he would look up at the changing-colored sky and realize that it was time to return. Usually, the only time insects were seen in the exact center was when the ants found sanctum under one of the Boy’s toys. Contrarily, the center was filled with hundreds of his neighbors from the backyard. He finally spoke up.
“Um, excuse me, where are we going?” But the bees didn’t speak back, instead lowering their altitude and heading closer and closer.
A calamity of thousands of voices and languages were all being spoken amongst the different families of bugs. The bees were nosediving closer and faster to the ground until they finally found their mark, releasing Maxwell into the center of the crowd before flying away to return to following their Queen’s orders.
Max hit the floor hard, rolling several times before hitting the soft side of a worm. Though he was thankful for its presence and cushy reception to his tumbling, he was wondering what exactly it was doing there. He got back on his feet to regain his composure only to look up at thousands of eyes peering at him and him alone.
“What?” He asked with confusion.
At that moment, from the crowd stepped The Elder. The sole praying mantis of that garden, the wisdom he contained was incomparable to any other being of all of the backyard. That was why he was elected their leader and specifically gifted with no predators and instead only faithful servers.
“Hello Maxwell” his aged voice cracked.
“Well hi” every body's head around him was bowed. Max remained the only one not to do so, solely due to his immense confusion.
“I’ve been watching you for a while, Maxwell. You’ve lived quite an isolated life. But I can see it in you that you think constantly. You calculate, you plan. You’re above most of these insects in thought, in fact. It’s time for you to move on. But you have to start somewhere.”
The Elder motioned for something. Maxwell hadn't gotten any closer to clarification from the mantis’s speech until a small crown arrived. Made from twigs and spun together by an arachnid’s web, he understood what he was there for now, but didn’t exactly understand why.
“Maxwell Coccinellidae, it is with great honor that I, Elder Mantidea dub you, King of the Backyard!”
A roaring exclamation from the whole garden reverberated through the center, all of the backyard lifting Max up, carrying him to what he would find to be a throne they had crafted along with the crown. He sat there and really took in what were now his people- all of the flies and the bees in the air and the centipedes clapping all 50 sets of hands, the ants and their Queen were even present to witness the entitling of their now-omniscient leader, and who could forget the big soft worm who had cushioned his fall earlier? All his republic now. And they all asked the same question.
“What next?” One would yell.
“Yeah, what should we do?!” Another would follow.
Maxwell gave it all deep thought before finally speaking up. “Arthropods, invertebrates, and all alike, we face many potential dangers. The blades of the Man’s grass cutter, the stomping of the Boys feet through our civilization, the horrid pesticides the Woman places to prevent us from eating. Some of us have even bigger problems than that,” He tried to go for mass appeal. He figured that that statement can be related to from the worker ants who would be crushed unreasonably to the terrible torturing of the lightning bugs every summer.
“Until we have those problems fixed, I am not making any specific orders. In fact, I am your servant.” A thunderous cheer followed.
“Carry on as you please,” he instructed and they did as they were told, returning to their original posts. He soon felt the long, ridged forelegs of the elder on his back to assure him that he would in fact be a good leader. Maxwell looked on to what he had in front of him and realized his path was absolutely uncharted by anybody before, not even the mantis. He was the an underling and now he had to choose the fate of his future and people. A natural leader, he knew exactly what to do. He ventured back to his leaf to give it further contemplation.
Finding the moment of solitude extremely pleasing, Maxwell planted his legs firmly on the leaf. Drifting side to side, he swayed in a peaceful unison with the wind, he wished he could stay there forever.
The thought was disrupted by a buzzing. In the distance, two of the Bee Queen’s servants were jetting towards him. Maxwell bounded off of his plan, spreading his wings and fluttering as fast as he could. Unfortunately, no matter how fast he flew, the pursuers wouldn’t wane away. Soon enough, two sets of arms wrapped around his and he stopped flying. He was at the will of the Queen’s bees and nothing would changed that.
Approaching the center of the garden had taken longer than expected. Max hadn’t realized how far he had traveled from it. His thoughts just always seemed to take him wandering to the outskirts until he would look up at the changing-colored sky and realize that it was time to return. Usually, the only time insects were seen in the exact center was when the ants found sanctum under one of the Boy’s toys. Contrarily, the center was filled with hundreds of his neighbors from the backyard. He finally spoke up.
“Um, excuse me, where are we going?” But the bees didn’t speak back, instead lowering their altitude and heading closer and closer.
A calamity of thousands of voices and languages were all being spoken amongst the different families of bugs. The bees were nosediving closer and faster to the ground until they finally found their mark, releasing Maxwell into the center of the crowd before flying away to return to following their Queen’s orders.
Max hit the floor hard, rolling several times before hitting the soft side of a worm. Though he was thankful for its presence and cushy reception to his tumbling, he was wondering what exactly it was doing there. He got back on his feet to regain his composure only to look up at thousands of eyes peering at him and him alone.
“What?” He asked with confusion.
At that moment, from the crowd stepped The Elder. The sole praying mantis of that garden, the wisdom he contained was incomparable to any other being of all of the backyard. That was why he was elected their leader and specifically gifted with no predators and instead only faithful servers.
“Hello Maxwell” his aged voice cracked.
“Well hi” every body's head around him was bowed. Max remained the only one not to do so, solely due to his immense confusion.
“I’ve been watching you for a while, Maxwell. You’ve lived quite an isolated life. But I can see it in you that you think constantly. You calculate, you plan. You’re above most of these insects in thought, in fact. It’s time for you to move on. But you have to start somewhere.”
The Elder motioned for something. Maxwell hadn't gotten any closer to clarification from the mantis’s speech until a small crown arrived. Made from twigs and spun together by an arachnid’s web, he understood what he was there for now, but didn’t exactly understand why.
“Maxwell Coccinellidae, it is with great honor that I, Elder Mantidea dub you, King of the Backyard!”
A roaring exclamation from the whole garden reverberated through the center, all of the backyard lifting Max up, carrying him to what he would find to be a throne they had crafted along with the crown. He sat there and really took in what were now his people- all of the flies and the bees in the air and the centipedes clapping all 50 sets of hands, the ants and their Queen were even present to witness the entitling of their now-omniscient leader, and who could forget the big soft worm who had cushioned his fall earlier? All his republic now. And they all asked the same question.
“What next?” One would yell.
“Yeah, what should we do?!” Another would follow.
Maxwell gave it all deep thought before finally speaking up. “Arthropods, invertebrates, and all alike, we face many potential dangers. The blades of the Man’s grass cutter, the stomping of the Boys feet through our civilization, the horrid pesticides the Woman places to prevent us from eating. Some of us have even bigger problems than that,” He tried to go for mass appeal. He figured that that statement can be related to from the worker ants who would be crushed unreasonably to the terrible torturing of the lightning bugs every summer.
“Until we have those problems fixed, I am not making any specific orders. In fact, I am your servant.” A thunderous cheer followed.
“Carry on as you please,” he instructed and they did as they were told, returning to their original posts. He soon felt the long, ridged forelegs of the elder on his back to assure him that he would in fact be a good leader. Maxwell looked on to what he had in front of him and realized his path was absolutely uncharted by anybody before, not even the mantis. He was the an underling and now he had to choose the fate of his future and people. A natural leader, he knew exactly what to do. He ventured back to his leaf to give it further contemplation.
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