A Bug's Life: A Very Short Story
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This short story, told from a bug's perspective, is the account of the worst day of his life. Nothing in his short life could have prepared him for:
Unexpected traumas and losses.
Hideous humans.
Itchy atennae.
Read on and laugh until milk (or whatever beverage you may be drinking at the moment) shoots out you nose. Or you may snort. I give you permission to do that.
-- Dear Wonderful Reader: This is the product of an innocent English teacher assigning a creative story journal entry. He gave me an opportunity to write and write I did. I had WAY too much fun with this. --
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