Welcome To The Imago Tavern
The place was dead as a windshield. She gave the bar top another pointless mirror polish and then she felt it. After all these years she could still sense when The Season began, not in her loins or her blood, but an echo deep in the lacuna of her exoskeleton.
She lit a smoke, taking a satisfied gander at her retirement plan. She was long past fertile and now she had a different kind of vault to fill. This little hole-in-the-wall had been just the ticket. It was stocked and ready.
Soon it would be crawling with every young bug in the city hopped up on hormones and grass clippings, filling the air with a miasma of pheromones thick enough to choke a lady cockroach and definitely turn one on. With oscitated jaws and frisky antennas, bugs would buy her booze and rub legs across the table until it was time to get to the propagating.
Inevitably there would be one lone fellow left moping after the last pair skittered out. She’d eat him; head first this year. Some call it the way of the wild, but she liked to think it was synchronicity. She hadn’t been wild in ages.
If you're in the Write Campaign and it didn't bug you, please give my little story a thumbs up!
#114 Welcome To The Imago Tavern - HERE
***
I hope you enjoyed my entry into the second Write Campain Challenge. I took all the extra challengs too and boy are my wings tired!
She lit a smoke, taking a satisfied gander at her retirement plan. She was long past fertile and now she had a different kind of vault to fill. This little hole-in-the-wall had been just the ticket. It was stocked and ready.
Soon it would be crawling with every young bug in the city hopped up on hormones and grass clippings, filling the air with a miasma of pheromones thick enough to choke a lady cockroach and definitely turn one on. With oscitated jaws and frisky antennas, bugs would buy her booze and rub legs across the table until it was time to get to the propagating.
Inevitably there would be one lone fellow left moping after the last pair skittered out. She’d eat him; head first this year. Some call it the way of the wild, but she liked to think it was synchronicity. She hadn’t been wild in ages.
If you're in the Write Campaign and it didn't bug you, please give my little story a thumbs up!
#114 Welcome To The Imago Tavern - HERE
***
I hope you enjoyed my entry into the second Write Campain Challenge. I took all the extra challengs too and boy are my wings tired!
Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:
· include the word "imago" in the title
· include the following 4 random words: "miasma," "lacuna," "oscitate," "synchronicity,"
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.
For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY
Comments
Great little twist on the challenge and really good usage of the words.
This line made me laugh out loud:
"crawling with every young bug in the city hopped up on hormones and grass clippings"
Mine is #3.
Have a great week!
Great job, Kate! :)
http://rachelbeansblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-back.html
great job, i like that she puts the lonely one out of his misery =)
#189