"Grandad won't you tell us another story?"
Two small children sat tucked in bed, I sat on a rocking chair next to them. I'd skipped out some parts of the story I had deemed inappropriate for two 10 year olds but the rest was all true and written down in an old leather bound journal. I closed the book with a sigh as I always did after a long night,
"Not tonight girls, tommorow, of course I will. However it won't be as good as tonight's story."
"Why not? I loved the story, all your stories are just as good as eachother." Cassidy said, who was older than her sister by two minutes.
I spoke and smiled, "Well, you see, this story is all true, but more stories tommorow ok?" I smiled and kissed my two grandchildren on the top of their heads.
"Goodnight grandad!" They both said at the same time
"Goodnight girls." I said in return blowing out the candle that lit the room.
I walked out of the room and closed the door. I looked down at the journal in my hands and traced the writing on the cover with my fingers, 'The guests' it read. I opened the front cover, reading it one more time before I too retired to bed,
'this is a story about a Man called James, A Robot called Wasp and my Uncle called Ryan. RIP.'
"COLE!" I heard Matti, my partner, call my name from downstairs;
"COMING!" I said, Matti probably needed help with another crossword. I put the journal in my pocket, took a deep breath and walked downstairs.
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Thankyou for reading Wasp.
If you made it this far, HELLO, Congrats, Thankyou.
This was a joy to write and I'm glad you enjoyed it too, thanks for your support, I couldn't do it without you.
- Ashton
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Wasp
AdventureA post-apocaliptic survival. James, a once traveller was born into the wasteland, he knows nothing but kill or be killed. That is, until he meets Wasp... DISCLAIMER: The art is not mine, I do not claim it as my own
