Short story practice: That is art right? right?
Once upon a time there was, a shining city sprawling endlessly in the sunlight. In the shadows of that city lay endless jungles of the discarded. Here a woman dwelt far away from the light wanting nothing more than to have a steady meal.
Every day, was a struggle to find something to eat that wouldn't eat her first.
One day she found a very big and very dead something that looked to be a tasty treat. It would have been anyway If not for it's sudden and very large fangs lurching at her.
Because of that, she ran for her life leaping over and through debris with comfort and ease of unconscious practice. however, her would be meal was swift too biting at her heels hounding her every step.
Because of that, she leapt and bounded through rust and jagged metal fear lending flight to her feet. Narrowly outstripped her stalker she slid into a small scar gouged in a large metallic shell.
Until finally safely out of reach the tasty treat howled in frustration and moved on. Exhausted but alive for one more day. She looked up to a lumenator high above feeling the familiar pang of hunger. Tomorrow, was another day with promise of a meal. Falling to slumber she wondered if she would be tasty when it finally happened, then drifted off into dream of tasty things.
