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Mutant Moth (Part Three)

05 Friday Aug 2016

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In Part Two

My House was virtually Destroyed by large Mutant Moths

I was struck in the Hip by one of those Cat Sized Moths

My Hip Bone was Broken and it stuck out like a Lamb Shank

 

Than I was covered in Gossamer Threads like a Giant Human

Cocoon.

I was Trapped there for Days with nothing to Eat or Drink

And i was forced to Urinate in My Pants

 

The Giant Mutant Moths were attracted to the Smell of the Urine

They stuck Their Feeding Tubes through the Cocoon

Sucking up the Wet patch in My Groin.

 

So once i escaped from the Cocoon

Using My Broken Hip Bone as a Saw

I remembered that the Jackson’s who lived Three Doors down

owned a large Swimming Pool.

 

 

 

So all the People in the Neighbourhood rushed down to the Jackson

House.

And Urinated into the Pool.

And the Mutant Moths were all lured in like a Bear to a Honeypot

The Mutant Moths were soon overwelmed by the Urine

A Cover was placed over the Pool sealing in the Moths

And all of the Giant Mutant Moths Drowned in the Yellow Water

of Death.

 

But unbeknowns to Us a Few of the Mutant Moths

Had Ripped a hole in the Plastic Cover

And had made Their Escape.

 

Part Three.

The next Morning i was laying in Bed

Recovering from the previous Days Ordeal

I was having a Pleasant Dream.

When i was awoken by a Scream coming from the Jackson House

 

Jesus just when i thought the Fight was Won and the Mutant Moths

were gone for good

That Scream doesnt Sound good.

So i throw on some Clothes and Run as fast as i can.

 

I get there at the same Time as some of the Neighbours

We race around to the Backyard

Where Mr Jackson is Hyperventilating and Pointing at the Pool Cover.

 

Than We notice the large Slashes in the Pool Cover

We are in mighty big trouble.

Some of those Mutant Moths have Grown to the size of a Small Dog

And some of them are on the Loose.

 

Than Mr Jackson starts to Pull the Cover off the Pool

I Scream at Him to Stop

But i am too late.

 

Once the Sunlight and the Oxygen Hits the Pool Water

One Hundred or so Mutant Moths Start to Twitch Their Legs

and Spread Their Wings

The Mutant Moths are back from the almost Dead.

 

The Mutant Moths Climb out of the Yellow Water

And start to Dry out on the Concrete Pool Surrounds

 

I know that We have to Move Fast

Because if these Mutant Moths Dry out and Fly away

We will have a Nation Wide Disaster on Our Hands.

 

So We all Grab whatever We can get our Hands on

Rakes Brooms Shovels but it is all a waste of Time

The Mutant Moths have Grown too big to Handle

We try the best that We can but They are just too big and Strong

Then They test Their Wings like newly Fledged Birds

And take off to Destinations unknown.

 

We are all in a state of shock as We watch those Motherfuckers

Fly away.

All We can do is Sit on the Ground and scan the Skies in case those

Mutant Moths Return.

If only We had Eyes in the Back of Our Heads

 

My next Door Neighbour Mrs Jones is holding Her Three Year Old Sons

Hand.

When One of those Dog Sized Mutant Moths Swoops down from behind Us

and Scoops up Billy.

And carries Him to a Tree Growing near the Pool

 

Mrs Jones is Hysterical Screaming for Her Son

We can only watch in Horror as the Mutant Moth  Punctures Billy’s Chest

with its Probiscus.

Then starts to Suck all of the Bodily Fluids from Billy.

When Billy is nothing but Skin and Bone

He is Dropped into the Pool.

 

We thought that the Mutant Moths had Flown away

But They are Circling the Neighbourhood like Vultures just waiting

for a chance to come in for the Kill

It is like being locked in a Prison Cell

The Mutant Moths are the Guards

And We are the Inmates.

 

The Sun is just starting to Set.

So the Twelve of Us grab some Chairs and Sit in a Circle

hoping that somehow We can keep the Mutant Moths at Bay.

 

Than the Screaming starts as One by One the Neighbours are Probed

than taken away to be Sucked Dry.

We have been Trying to call the Authorities but We cant get through

Somehow the Mutant Moths are Blocking the Signal.

But than i Hear the Sound of an approaching Helicopter

Thank God now We have a chance of Surviving.

 

It is not One but Three Helicopters.

They barely get a Chance to access the Situation when Twenty Mutant

Moths Attack each Helicopter.

It doesn’t take long before the Pilots start to lose control of their

Machines.

Than the Three copters Spiral out of Control and Crash into the Street

in a Huge Fireball.

 

Then Ten or more Police Cars arrive on the Scene.

But They to are set upon and every Police Officer is Drained of His Fluids

and left Lifeless where They Fell.

 

Now i know that We are in Mortal Danger.

The Mutant Moths are still Hovering around than Dive Bombing down

picking a Victim of Their Choosing.

 

I know that Our only chance to Survive is to somehow make it to the

relative safety of the Jackson House.

I Yell out to the Others to Run to the Jackson House but i get no reply

I look to the Person Sitting next to Me  and i can See that She is as white

as a Ghost.

 

We were all caught up in what was happening to the Helicopters and the

Police Officers.

That We took our Eyes off our own situation.

I look at My Other Companions  and notice a Huge Mutant Moth attached

to their Ankles.

They have all been Sucked Dry and Died right in front of Me

And i didnt Notice a thing.

 

I go to Escape but i cant move My Leg.

In fact i cant Feel My Left Leg but i can See the Mutant Moth Attached to

My Ankle.

Than another one lands on My Thigh and Probed Me until it hits My

Main Artery.

Then it starts to Feed.

 

I know that i am a goner.

I cant move or Feel any part of My Body

Yet another one of those Fuckers lands on My Face and Probes until my

Right Eyeball is Punctured.

And the Contents runs down My Face like a soft boiled Egg.

 

Thats it i feel Myself Slipping away

Goodbye Cruel World.

 

The End

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Mutant Moth (Part Two )

19 Sunday Jun 2016

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In Part One I told you all about the Mutant Moths

that had invaded My Pantry.

And how they had become stuck on the Glue surface

of a Pantry Moth Trap.

Where they Died and started to Rot.

But then they all come back from the Dead

They escaped from the Moth Bait.

Leaving behind Legs Wings and in some cases a Head.

Then they went Underground

Only to re-emerge Three Months later.

They had discovered My Housemates Muscle Building

Protein Powders.

Then they started to grow and grow.

These Moths are now Mutant Moths

All of them are missing Body Parts

Some have grown to the size of a Small Bird

While others have grown to the size of a Small Dog

One of the Dog sized Mutant Moths was Flying around

My House.

Then it Dive Bombed Me shattering My Left Hip.

Now I am laying in agony on My Living Room Floor

My Hip Bone has broken through the Skin.

And it is sticking out like a Lamb Shank

Then the Mutant Moth Flies lower and lower covering Me

in Gossamer Threads.

Then it sticks Me with Its Probiscus

Now I am shrouded in a Giant Cocoon.

Part Two

I know that I need to escape from this Gossamer Prison

Before I run out of Oxygen.

Plus I really need to Pee.

I wont be able to hold it much longer

But I don’t want to do it in this Confined Space

I might Drown in My Own Urine.

And I haven’t exactly got a Snorkel at Hand

My Gossamer Cocoon Hell Hole is transparent

I can see the shadows of the giant Mutant Moths

as they Fly around My House.

Them One of them lands on Me and starts to prod Me

with its Feeding Tube.

I have been struck before by that thing

And I didn’t like the Feeling

I avoid it in the best way that I can

Then I feel something running down My Leg.

I cant believe it.

I have Pissed Myself.

The Smell of My Urine is driving the Mutant Moths Crazy

It Stabs and Stabs with its Probiscus

Like it is in a Feeding Frenzy

What a way to go.

Stabbed to Death by a Killer Giant Mutant Moth.

I need to escape from this Cocoon Pronto

So I slide over a few Inches and start to use My Broken

Hip Bone like a Saw.

The Pain is excruciating  but I try to block it out

I act like a Human Black n Decker

I Cut open a Two Foot long Slit.

Then I start to Crawl out.

Then Two of those Mutant Moths land on My Hip

And again I am Stabbed by their Feeding Parts

Immediately My Left Leg goes Numb.

Which is good.

Because now I am Pain Free.

I just hope that I don’t become their next Meal.

My House is now full with Morphine Injecting Urine

loving giant Mutant Moths.

But at least I am Mobile again.

That Numbing Agent that they Injected Me with

Is really doing a great Job.

I just hope that My Insides don’t turn to Jelly

Otherwise the Mutant Moths will enjoy a Hearty liquid

Meal of Human Soup.

Two Mutant Moths are Sitting on My Groin sucking up

the wet patch.

Jesus this is Gross.

I grab hold of those Two Motherfuckers

And I rip their Wings off.

But they just unfold a spare set

And take off Outside.

The Walls in My House has about Fifty large Holes

Where the Mutant Moths have Punched through

The Sunlight starts to stream in

And I can see My Neighbours House.

The Mutant Moths are Flying all over the Neighbourhood.

People are Running around Yelling and Screaming

Trying to avoid a Mutant Moth Aerial Attack.

Then an Idea starts to form in My Head

I remember that the House Three Doors down has a large

in-ground Swimming Pool.

I Yell out as Loud as I can.

I tell My Neighbours to gather as many People as they can.

Then run to the Jackson’s Place.

I Race down there.

And there are already Ten People Milling about.

Confusion and fear written all over their Faces.

As best as I can I explain about the Mutant Moths and their

Taste for Human Urine.

So the Guys get their Junk out and start Pissing away

The Girls are more discreet.

They go behind a Tree and Pee into  bucket.

Then empty the contents into the Pool.

Soon there are more than a Hundred People Pissing into

that Pool.

I just hope that the Urine wont be to Diluted by the Water

in the Pool.

Or the Mutant Moths might not be Attracted.

But I was worrying about nothing.

The Mutant Moths land in the Pool like they are Kamikaze

They just cant help themselves.

And in less than Ten Minutes all of the Mutant Moths are

Swimming in the Pool.

The only thing missing is the Pina Coladas

Seventy Five Guys are still Pissing in the Pool

I am surprised that the Mutant Moths aren’t Wearing Shower

Caps.

They are enjoying it that much.

But soon they are overwhelmed by the Yellow Stream

And One by One the Mutant Moths start to Sink and Drown.

Mt Jackson brings over the Pool Cover.

And we Cover that Mutant Moth filled Pool

The Mutant Moths are Sealed inside their Burial Tomb.

The Mutant Moths have been Defeated.

Defeated by an Act of Nature.

Right at the Eleventh Hour.

It just goes to show that You can never under estimate

the Power.

Of the Golden Shower.

A couple of Hours later after all of the Humans have departed

A ripping Sound comes from the Pool.

And a Wet Mutant Moths pokes its Head out

So there will have to be a Part Three.

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Mutant Moth

06 Friday May 2016

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I was in My Kitchen just the other Day.

When I heard a scratching sound coming from the Pantry.

I thought it was a Mouse or maybe a Cockroach.

Eating all of My Food.

So I got a surprise when I opened the Pantry Door.

And about One Hundred little Moths flew out and filled

the Room.

Man these Moths are fast Vaaroom.

I didn’t think must of it.

I grabbed a Can of Insect Spray.

And I sprayed it all around.

But the Moths weren’t affected at all.

It was like they were having a Shower.

They weaved back and forth like Prima Ballerinas

Dancing to the ‘Fight of the Bumblebee’.

It was like they were saying ‘You can spray all you want but you

will never beat Me’

Well I wasn’t beaten yet.

So I went to the Store and bought some Moth Baits.

The Moths are attracted to the Bait by a Female Pheremone.

Then they stick to the Glue surface.

Where they Die with silent Cries.

Those ugly little not quite Butterflies.

One by one those Moths fly into the Bait.

Like a Seagull swooping onto a Chip.

They land and are instantly stuck.

Being an ugly little Pantry Moth.

Really must suck.

I sit on My Lounge Chair.

And I celebrate with an Ice Cold Beer.

My House is now Officially Moth Free.

The Baits are full of Dead and Dying Moths.

They have all turned Black at the edges.

Like Modern Day American Goths.

I am still Celebrating.

Drinking My fifth Ice Cold Beer.

Then I Hear a ripping sound.

And one of those Moths flies free.

Then another and another.

Until My House is overcrowded with Moths.

Back from the Dead.

Maybe I should set another Bait?

But I have another Beer instead.

I am now Drinking My Fourteenth Liquid Amber.

And the Moths have all gone into hiding.

I go and check the Baits.

And they are covered with Legs Wings and a few Moth Heads.

Well I have had enough Action for one Night.

So I stagger off to Bed.

In the Morning I wake up feeling a little Seedy.

Then I remember what happened the Night before.

So I jump out of Bed expecting the worst.

I think My House will be overrun by those Winged Creatures.

Those Moths with the come back from the Dead features.

But there is nothing to be seen.

Maybe the Moths have gone next Door to the Weird Guys House?

That will give Him something to think about.

Hopefully one of the Moths will crawl up His Arse.

And build a Giant Nest.

Now that would be the Ultimate Pest.

Thank Christ none of the Reincarnated Moths are visible

to My Eye.

Have They gone Underground?

Will They re emerge in Fourteen Years time?

Just like the Cicadas do?

Or are they still out there

Trying to catch Me unawares.

I don’t know the answer to that question?

But Three Months have gone by and I haven’t seen a single

Moth.

So I start to relax.

Maybe they have flown South for the Winter?

Or will they come back to My Place for the Summer?

Now wouldn’t that be a Bummer.

My Housemate has these large Containers of Muscle Building

Powders in the corner of the Kitchen.

;Whey Good’ ‘Muscle X’ and ‘Protein Plus’.

They promise to build Muscle mass and help with your endurance

And keep you nice and Healthy.

In case you have no Health Insurance

I am in My Kitchen making a Coffee.

Waiting for the Water to come to the Boil.

I am just staring out of the Window.

When once again I hear that scratching sound.

I look over at the Containers.

And just then One of the Lids Pops off.

And unleashes its contents of Deformed Mutant Moths.

Jesus those Muscle building Powders really do work.

Then Three more of the Container Lids pop off.

And more of those Mutant Moths fly out.

Some are missing a Leg or a Wing.

Some of them are even missing their Head.

They are now part of the Living Dead.

And that is the best part.

These Moths are no longer Moths.

Well they are.

But these Moth are now the size of a small Bird.

Something the size of Sparrow Robin or a Wren.

They are now huge Motherfuckers.

And they don’t have to pretend.

I now have One Hundred Bird sized Moths Flying around

My House.

I duck and weave like a Featherweight Fighter.

Well maybe a Middleweight.

I have put on a few Kilograms.

But I cant avoid being broadsided by a King sized Moth Punch.

The Pain is intense and I feel My Hip Bone snap and crunch.

I lay on the Living Room Floor in agony

I cant move or lift My Left Leg.

The Mutant Moths are Flying back and forth.

They are Flying so fast that they penetrate the Dry Wall.

And leave Tennis Ball sized Holes.

The Sunlight streams in.

When it really should be Outside.

The Mutant Moths that flew through the Wall.

Fly straight back Inside again.

Leaving more perforations.

My House is starting to look like a Giant Block of Swiss Cheese.

I grit My Teeth.

I struggle to My Knees.

I look down.

And I see that My Hip Bone has penetrated the Skin.

It is Whiter than White.

Just like the Bone on  Lamb Shank.

Hopefully I can find an Escape Route.

I look up.

And My little Heart sank.

One of those Mutant Moths is now the size of a Kookaburra.

And it slams right into My Face.

So once again I am prostate on the Floor .

I cant take much more of this Mutant Moth bombardment.

I feel Myself starting to slip away.

Will I Live to Fight another Day?

The Mutant Moths are now Flying lower.

And they are dropping Gossamer Threads.

And slowly but surely I am being pinned down.

Just like that Gulliver from Lilliput.

I am soon covered from Head to Foot.

I am now at the mercy of those Mutant Moths.

Then One of them lands on My Chest.

It is the size of a small Dog.

We look at Each other Eye to Eye.

Then its Probiscus penetrates My  Neck.

Am I now nothing more than Human Soup?

I try to fight against it.

But My Eyes lose all focus and start to droop.

Will the Mutant Moths win this encounter?

Or will I be able to bounce back?

To find out the answer to that question

You will have to come back and read Part Two.

Mutant Moths ‘Here To Stay’

Will they ever go away?

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