Snake Flash Fiction
I used my fangs, success! I could feel the leathery shell ripping. Beams of warm yellow light peaked through cracks in the shell that had been my warm, cozy home.
I made my way out of the opening that I had carved out of the shell.
The light hurt my eyes. I heard a noise. I shook, breaking what was left of my comfy, warm, safe shell.
Shimming my tail, I made my way out of the tunnel. Where was I going?
I was being routed by the cries of my empty stomach. Curling myself into a ball, the cool breeze made me miss my warm, cozy home.
My muscles tensed, making my tail all squiggly. Ouch! I could barely move my tail.
It was stiff, hmm. What’s this? If the blue bit behind me was a tasty bug? My belly rumbled. Crunch!
“Ouch!” Not a bug.
My nose crinkled and I inhaled deeply.
“Bugs! Yay, yummy bugs!”
I slithered up the tree, listening for all the birds singing to each other to warn each other of the presence of me; the thing to be feared, the apex predator. Tiny gray creatures with fluffy white tails scurried into their homes, poking their babies with the big fluffy puffs on their butts.
“What were these funny critters, and why were they scared of me?”
I found a grey fluffy thing, its eyes were fixed on me. The chase was on!
I had caught the fluffy thing.
The funny little creature fought under the pressure of my jaws.
I shook my head. My heart was beating faster and faster.
I tasted iron; it tasted good.
The rest of the creatures shrieked and scurried.
I was something to be feared.
Yippee, all creatures are now among an apex predator!
All fear left me.