"Don't let him gift you a tail of misery", she froze as she remembered her mothers words. It was long back. She was too young to understand what a tail of misery was. Her mom had told her that the tail of misery is what makes women move around with swollen bellies and crying babies. She used to dread the tail of misery. Her mom had told her that someday she too will fall for a man who will gift her the tail of misery. Time passed, she was a full blown woman now. She met the man of her dreams at her workplace. Last night he broke her defenses with sweet talk and raging hormones. They had a wonderful time exploring erogenous zones on each other. Then he did it. He injected her with a million tails. The tails raced one another to fulfill her mom's prophecy. She clutched the pillow tight and whispered "oh tails of misery, leave me alone, or I will have to terminate you once and for al".
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What&#
Comments
Post a Comment