SWAMP

In a swampy pond near a highway, frogs dragon flies, and turtles

grow and mature into hideous and foul beasts. They trudge through the land wreaking havoc and mayhem

Devouring any living creature that was in sight. The taste of human flesh seems to be the most intriguing appetite.

the morbid sound of sweet success is further surpassed by the rotting stench of its inferiors.

The blood dribbling from their lips made them ecstatic.
They would crawl into a lifeless body and suck it dry in no time flat.

It wasn't long before their ravenous hunger led them to devour entire cities of human beings, leaving nothing but husks of flesh in their wake.

as the course of their devouring extended across the land, the creatures allowed their appetites to expand in time

With no remorse they stayed the course, Complacently through their swamp lurched, until they encountered an unstoppable force, an abominable beast who left them besmirched. The humans hurt and ruin earth, pollute and consume the universe, when the swamp creatures met mans mechanized legions, they emerged from the battle with petrified lesions. Wounds forever frozen in the time they devour, scars that grew deeper by minute and hour.

In mans landfills they did seek refuge, surviving only by consuming his refuse.

One day amongst them spread an infection, indigestion from ingestion of festering intestines, of insect infested incestuous Mexicans.

Where life is lost and light has passed. In time their bellies will split; there we will find truth. Discovered to be nothing more then innocent creatures attempting to survive in a swampy pond near a highway.

And yet innocence comes at a cost. It is the pain of maintaining their immortal life that drives the worms to kill and not a god damn soul could blame them. See, it is death that we fear but death is what they avoid through the process of ensuring death. As long as they continue to kill, they continue to thrive, and such truths justify their actions beyond any measurable doubt. Every drop of blood that drips down their primitive throats is the answer to another day of existing on this slightly wet rock.

In an effort to change their horrific lives , these hideous and foul beasts came upon an idea, one so great their tale would be passed on from generation to generation amongst all the other swamp creatures. It was in these depths of despair that the beasts realized there was nowhere to go but up, and since they knew they weren't going there, it suddenly dawned on them that there was nowhere to go at all. That's when the sun came out. The clouds lifted, and the sky grew bright and blue. The beasts couldn't go on living knowing that this was as good as life was ever going to get. And so they gathered, one last time on their slightly wet rock, with dreams of a beautiful new beginning shimmering in their hate filled eyes, they devoured each other in a wretched battle til there was but one remaining. Twas then that the last of the swamp beasts devoured himself, bringing and end to the havoc and mayhem that was the swampy pond near a highway once and for all.

Category:

Film & Animation

Tags:

• Swamp
• art

[TheMolluck]

Hell yes! :D

[baxterfilms]

That was sweet :D



[danieltrujillo]

awesooooooommmeee!