GRUB

A pit once stood,just under a forest of eucalyptus trees accompanied with scattered granite wattle, not too far out from a small town in ████████. The hollowed out chunk of the Earths crust, swallowed nothing but the death and decay from the rot that was thrown in to that pit. Anything deemed a pest, vermin, nuisance, unwanted pieces of scrap materials were thrown in without a second thought. From animals to people, oil waste and butchered logs. It was a horrid, malodorous, miserable piece of scenery.

It is rumoured that a young girl was thrown into the death chasm. Did she do anything wrong? No. She was picked apart by those they trusted. Being dragged by the collar of their shirt, through the thick mud and pooling carnage of the overflowing ditches, despite pleading, screaming at the top of their lungs to the several bystanders to step in and help them, not one person did anything apart from stare. As the multitude of eyes, piercing straight through into the heart of the kid, it was the last they saw before swallowed into the pit.

Living amongst the soil under the granite wattle, a group of witchetty grubs called its place under the pit home. On a blistering hot day, all the rotting bodyily liquids,oil spills and stagnant water, found its way into the colonys home, it drowned and flushed out all the witchetty, all apart from one.

All balled up complex emotions were far too much for one small creature, especially after such circumstance had flashed before it eyes. The insufferable emotional mixture turned into one. Rage. It is said that on that day, a beast was born. Being driven by dismay, the grub crawled its way up through hell, the aperture, growing larger on it emergence from consuming the death and decay from what laid ontop of what once was its home. It burst out of the muck, its face, arms and legs stained with the soil, gore and materials from its upwards arrival. The final figure that stood up was that of the young girl.

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