Story example: The Grasshopper and the Monster Wheel – 05/08/19

Morty was more than chuffed enough with his recent discovery.

Morty the Grasshopper liked to own everything large, he liked to lay claim to everything gigantic he saw. When he laid eyes upon this monster truck wheel which had been cast aside, he thought to himself, “This has been deserted and abandoned, and I will make it mine!”  And surprised to find it soft and somewhat squishy, nothing like how he imagined, not even in his wildest dreams, he jumped and jumped upon it with forceful power, he positively loved it, he could do this for hours it seemed! It was like a perfectly round jumping castle, with the squish, squish, squash, and provided height of better than he’d ever experienced and seen, he wanted to jump repeatedly as it rolled forwards and backwards, he wanted to do everything  – fly, land, jump!

The main selling point though was the height and width of the wheel, apparently it had been used on a monster super truck, according to a tag near its left seal. Morty just loved how large the wheel was, he could jump and explore it for days and weeks and never, ever grow bored. So he did so, he performed the trek for three whole weeks, where he explored the circumference of the wheel, but then a discovery, and my, was it bleak.

He had discovered a family of hunting spiders, living in the inner curvature like hidden soldiers.  And when they were happened upon, their eyes grew widened, how they were so terrified, to have been discovered from their safe house, which their Mother had obviously chosen and decided. Surely the Mother spider believed this would be a safe place to coexist, but now here Morty the Grasshopper was, and they were all mute, they could not bring themselves to even speak.

Never before had they seen a being such as Morty, never before had they experienced the palpitating in their chests, such fearful hurting. But Mother’s eyes narrowed, she knew what Morty meant to herself, she leaped from her web and chased him down the edge of the wheel’s raised shelf. With horror, the baby spiders watched on, barely wanting to continue to view, but they knew it was in the best interests for their mother’s safety that their eyes view their proof and take in their fill. Morty was frantic, he bound away in a panic, for he knew what Mother could do!

She was fearsome, she was bold, she was nothing to compare with anything elderly or old. Her hunting skills were the finest, and wouldn’t Morty know it, for he suddenly recognised Mother with her two marks behind her fangs: she had taken out his uncle years prior, and after the meal eaten him, after their evening kiss, why this was a fact that was most certainly not remiss!

After escaping her chase, Morty had to abandon his new home, the monster truck wheel which was slightly flattened and could no longer roll, he had to desert this wondrous new environment which he had only recently discovered, because this Mother spider was a fierce carnivore! Thank goodness he escaped without needing to bare his teeth, for this was the only defence mechanism he had been shown by his own mother, the wonderful dream that was she, and aside from hoppity-hoppitting away from the ferocious mother spider, he left with all his teeth and legs intact, now there’s the spiders’ tales to ponder. Will they continue to rule all, live fiercely without appearing so, and gather any intruder within their grasps, until they are left well alone?

What a saddening tale for Morty the Grasshopper, at least he had experienced a few weeks of large wheel exploration which he loved. He now knows to fully explore any new place which he decides he may want to call home, and safely he does this now, carefully before he lays claim or decides to say whichever large or gigantic place he apparently now owns.

© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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Story example: Crooked the Spider’s Altruistic Endeavours – 28/07/19

Crooked loved helping the less fortunate.

Crooked the Spider led a downright dangerous life. She ducked and weaved her web through the atrocities and joys of life outside and inside. One destination may be a sunny paradise, and the next a tunnel filled with ill forgotten dead mice. Crooked was not discerning about where she placed her web, for anywhere would do, to allow her to rest her weary head. For obsessively she was bound to self-creativity, sharing her artistry of weaving to anyone who’d like to look and see. She was proud of her efforts, for her webs always looked glorious, the midnight sheen of pre-dew, glowing in the perfect moonlit scene to be viewed. Her mother would have been utterly delighted of her daughter, if only she were reachable, but wouldn’t you know her, a loving mother she was glancing down from Spider Heaven, viewing Crooked’s daily cause.

Crooked was not fond of trapping other insects and debris inside her web, for she preferred to keep them away, safe and sound, and her web would be where she’d be gently tucking herself into bed. She was not prone to violence, and she disliked other insects’ deaths being slow and paining, she was, in fact, a vegetarian, a worthy cause and for others it was worth knowing.

Crooked the Spider was upheld in the eyes of the community, glorified and appreciated and accepted. She was acknowledged for her work with “Free the Flies”, an initiative where wayward flies living on the streets could get back on their flights with refreshed wings, and “Feeding the Homeless Moths”, an affair she partook in two nights a week where she fed the starving residents of the streets their fill, more than enough to eat. And “Walk with Sam”, a fundraising event where insects with a terminal disease walked five kilometers, in the name of Sam who passed from cancer at age three, they would raise much funding each year, delighted the runners were when the funds were counted, notes stacked to be seen. The proceeds would go towards research for terminal diseases, and refurbishing of the children’s hospital in town, where the ill children could play upon the playgrounds and trampolines as much as they wished and pleased.

In short, Crooked the Spider was a very noble insect, she was caring, loving, and selfless, she wanted to make the world better, and each day she took this as a test. To improve the lives of others, to be selfless in herself, her actions assured, to make a difference in anyone’s life, with even a simple wave or a smile. Over time, her endeavours grew and grew, that she no longer had time to aimlessly create webs for herself alone, this was more than true, she was spending mostly all of her time volunteering and being a better individual, that she thought: Enough was enough! She would do this fulltime. Such work gave her satisfied tingles. To know she was making a difference in others’ lives, what a special goal that was to hold inside.

Slowly, slowly, then quicker, she began to be noticed for her altruistic work, when suddenly, one day in the mail, she opened an unmarked envelope and what was inside? A nomination for her, for Young Altruistic Australian of the Year, why, she was abashed, modest, how could she be, little old her, acknowledged for the work which gave her great happiness, when others must surely be doing much more than her? She was humbled, she was breathless, she needed to catch her breath and sit down, she was amazed, who had nominated her? In truth, it was unessential to know. But she felt important, appreciated, that someone had acknowledged her work and worth, that of the community she had a long standing admiration, perhaps this nomination was the result of her true life’s work.

And on the 15th of August, she will take the podium, and accept the prize, with streaming tears, as she bumbles through the speech she has hastily prepared for them. She hadn’t expected to win, only the honour of being nominated was more than enough, she looks upon the crowd, eyes searching for her passed mother, oh, wouldn’t she be so proud, absolutely chuffed.

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