Evil waa potent on the night air, heavy and oppresive as lightning smashed across the blurry sky accompanied by deafenint crescendos of thunder. A laugh, maniacal in its glee and fury, rose above the noises of the storm, rising and falling in broken tempo, a shattered scream cloaked by a human voice. And everyone cowered, for there would be blood tonight...
Wonder what someone will write about my empty siggy, ?
There once was a cave, ruled over by a great bat. This bat was lonely, and took in lost eggs from her travels, but its loneliness persisted, for eggs could not talk, and could not fly. This bat was clever, though, and she started to change her habits -- instead of hunting for food at night, she would carry the eggs with her out into the world, and the more they saw, the more they grew. One day, she found cracks in two of them, and was distraught, thinking them damaged by their travels with her. She bathed them in cool, clean water each day, hoping to preserve the little lives within the patterned shells that has remained so still. As it turned out, though, she had been wrong -- they were not damaged, but hatching. A little bird and a scorpion emerged, joining her nest, and the bat was lonely no more.