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(Repost) Eleventh Minor Spirit of October: Junk Crawlers
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Eleventh Minor Spirit of October
Junk Crawlers
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.
A night spirit's existence can be a tenuous one, vulnerable to sun and rain and the terrible gaze of humans.
Some, unable to find natural shelter, build themselves homes out of discarded human junk, much like a hermit crab. A cassette tape perhaps, then a toaster, a broken TV and so on...gradually they move to larger and larger bodies, assembling long fittings to make limbs. No longer dragging their homes around, at night they scuttle and stride around their junkyard home, scrounging more parts for themselves.
Inevitably, they will become too large to hide. During some awful bright daytime they will be found by the junkyard owner who, while cursing about kids making amateur art, will rip their limbs away, render their parts back to their components. The lucky ones will slink away to begin it all over again...
Eleventh Minor Spirit of October
Junk Crawlers
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.
A night spirit's existence can be a tenuous one, vulnerable to sun and rain and the terrible gaze of humans.
Some, unable to find natural shelter, build themselves homes out of discarded human junk, much like a hermit crab. A cassette tape perhaps, then a toaster, a broken TV and so on...gradually they move to larger and larger bodies, assembling long fittings to make limbs. No longer dragging their homes around, at night they scuttle and stride around their junkyard home, scrounging more parts for themselves.
Inevitably, they will become too large to hide. During some awful bright daytime they will be found by the junkyard owner who, while cursing about kids making amateur art, will rip their limbs away, render their parts back to their components. The lucky ones will slink away to begin it all over again...