Cage Cabell part 5 (aka scribble but its more like a chapter thing and other names like that)

We returned to lena’s place where I slept on an old fold out bed. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. I let the thin sheets wrap around me a comfort that I hadnt felt in what felt like years. eventually drifted off into sleep.

I had never dreamt in my life. None of my family had. Not that i knew of, if they did, they never talked about it other than to complain they didnt dream.

In my dream I sat watching a king who surrounded himself with caterpillars.

“Go fetch me a biscuit!” The king commanded.

“Yes, yes! Right away ma’am- SIR! right away sir.” An extra fancy looking caterpillar stammered before scurrying off to fulfill its orders.

After a moment the caterpillar returned holding a doughnut.

“A biscuit for my king!” The caterpillar declared proudly.

The kind just scowled. Apparently he was not amazed at doughnut-gifting talking caterpillars.

“This, is a donut.” the king said, his rage hidden beneath a thin sheet of calm in his voice.

“Yes my lord. Just as u said. ‘BrInG mE a DoGs NuT!’ you said.”

The king boiled with anger.

“I said to bring me a biscuit.”

“Oh.” The caterpillar just sat there smiling.

“NOW GO FETCH ME A BISCUIT!!!”

the caterpillar hurriedly scrambled to retrieve a biscuit.

He came running back with a grin.

“My king i told you i would not disappoint!” the caterpillar said holding up a plate of KFC chicken.

Published by Chris HemsWORTH IT!

I am chris hemsWORTH IT. If u read, you will see why its hemsworth it. Maybe. Unless its garbage (hint: its all garbage, but brilliant garbage mind you) so yeah. "Live long and prosper"- ghandi (Ps, in case you were wondering, yes. I am the real chris hemsworth. Not a student making a blog for his (OR HER!) Creative writing class)

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