[HEADING=2]Grass[/HEADING]
The grass shimmered as the sun?s light beamed down upon it. Still wet from the early morning dew, it gave off a rich deep shade of sparkling green like an emerald. An enchanting aroma drifted out from the field, drawing animals and humans closer to it. Seemingly rough in texture, it was in fact quite smooth and brushed gracefully against itself.
A light gust of wind came over the field and the grass began to dance elegantly, with a defined mystical beauty. Heads swayed as the breeze rolled through them. It was truly an exquisite spectacle that brought tears to the eye. A sanctuary in a barren wasteland, known as a city, the field was the one last safe haven keeping peace in its boundaries.
However, this idyllic scene was misleading to the unwary. A trickster in true form; it would lure its victim, enchanting them with verdant beauty. Nothing could take its eyes off of the grass once it had seen it. It was like a spider with its large web, and the world was its insect. The grass would wait for the right opportunity to ensnare its prey and begin devouring them and, once it had begun, there was no escape.
The grass? mind was swamped with dreams about doing this. It knew that life was uncontrollably drawn in by its glamour and would be immediately trapped. Eager to prove this power to itself, it impatiently waited for an appropriate victim. Then, the time came and the grass struck without mercy.
A passerby laid her eyes upon the field. Her heart melted and she was completely transfixed by the grass? allure. Hypnotised by the rhythmic movement, she was reeled in like a fish. Stopping in the middle of the grass, her eyes gazing over the field. She felt a natural force pulling her down; she collapsed to her knees, before falling face first into the ground. The small, cold beads of dew dampened her face and clothes as she fell. She lay face down trying to move, but she was stuck. The grass had taken its victim and began the slow process of consuming her.
After two long weeks, the lengthy process of devouring its victim had come to an end. This first taste of blood was delectably delicious. Licking its lips, the grass knew it had crossed a dangerous boundary. By using its divine beauty, a decision could be instantly made between capturing a victim and letting them pass by unharmed. The power over life and death had been granted to the grass, although, the reason for this was a shrouded mystery, much like the grass itself.
In the time after the devouring of its first victim, the grass stood motionless, waiting for potential victims to walk by. The unusual scarcity of life worried the grass. Previously, there had been an abundance of people and animals. Albeit, after it had devoured its victim, life in the area diminished rapidly. The reason for this, however, was unknown to the grass. This rapid downfall was due to life outside its boundaries becoming aware of its deadly desires. News of the disappearance travelled ubiquitously. Nothing dared to walk within its wake.
Yet, the ability to achieve gratification by taking a life had clouded the grass? mind. It became oblivious to everything else. Though, once gentle and comforting, as the industrialisation of humanity preyed on nature, the grass was forced to become a predator to survive in a world devoid of clean air and soft rain to nurture it.
An insatiable desire grew as the number of victims diminished. It desperately wanted to devour another victim. Ready to consume the unwary that were foolish enough wander in its wake, it kept waiting. Yet still nothing came. It was as though the grass was all alone. The unbearable hunger caused the grass to writhe in agony, as stabbing pains shot through its stomach. Delirium slowly crept upon the grass. Twisting its thoughts, people appeared from nowhere. In its haze of confusion, the grass trapped another victim.
The victim was different to what had been previously experienced. As it devoured its victim, it caused immense pain, yet at the same time, unbelievable pleasure. Never before had something tasted so delicious and simultaneously cause such an intense affliction. From the splitting pain that shot down its roots to the monumental pleasure that filled its head, every sense in the body felt heightened.
The quicker the grass tried to devour its victim, the stronger the pain and pleasure felt. As the grass neared the end of consuming its victim, it became incredibly weak. The divine beauty the grass once possessed had faded. It no longer danced elegantly in the wind. It no longer shimmered in the sun?s light, nor was it still a sanctuary. Everything that the grass once was, was no longer. As the grass finished its victim it too, like its exquisite beauty, was nothing.
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Oui, I know it's only grass...
The grass shimmered as the sun?s light beamed down upon it. Still wet from the early morning dew, it gave off a rich deep shade of sparkling green like an emerald. An enchanting aroma drifted out from the field, drawing animals and humans closer to it. Seemingly rough in texture, it was in fact quite smooth and brushed gracefully against itself.
A light gust of wind came over the field and the grass began to dance elegantly, with a defined mystical beauty. Heads swayed as the breeze rolled through them. It was truly an exquisite spectacle that brought tears to the eye. A sanctuary in a barren wasteland, known as a city, the field was the one last safe haven keeping peace in its boundaries.
However, this idyllic scene was misleading to the unwary. A trickster in true form; it would lure its victim, enchanting them with verdant beauty. Nothing could take its eyes off of the grass once it had seen it. It was like a spider with its large web, and the world was its insect. The grass would wait for the right opportunity to ensnare its prey and begin devouring them and, once it had begun, there was no escape.
The grass? mind was swamped with dreams about doing this. It knew that life was uncontrollably drawn in by its glamour and would be immediately trapped. Eager to prove this power to itself, it impatiently waited for an appropriate victim. Then, the time came and the grass struck without mercy.
A passerby laid her eyes upon the field. Her heart melted and she was completely transfixed by the grass? allure. Hypnotised by the rhythmic movement, she was reeled in like a fish. Stopping in the middle of the grass, her eyes gazing over the field. She felt a natural force pulling her down; she collapsed to her knees, before falling face first into the ground. The small, cold beads of dew dampened her face and clothes as she fell. She lay face down trying to move, but she was stuck. The grass had taken its victim and began the slow process of consuming her.
After two long weeks, the lengthy process of devouring its victim had come to an end. This first taste of blood was delectably delicious. Licking its lips, the grass knew it had crossed a dangerous boundary. By using its divine beauty, a decision could be instantly made between capturing a victim and letting them pass by unharmed. The power over life and death had been granted to the grass, although, the reason for this was a shrouded mystery, much like the grass itself.
In the time after the devouring of its first victim, the grass stood motionless, waiting for potential victims to walk by. The unusual scarcity of life worried the grass. Previously, there had been an abundance of people and animals. Albeit, after it had devoured its victim, life in the area diminished rapidly. The reason for this, however, was unknown to the grass. This rapid downfall was due to life outside its boundaries becoming aware of its deadly desires. News of the disappearance travelled ubiquitously. Nothing dared to walk within its wake.
Yet, the ability to achieve gratification by taking a life had clouded the grass? mind. It became oblivious to everything else. Though, once gentle and comforting, as the industrialisation of humanity preyed on nature, the grass was forced to become a predator to survive in a world devoid of clean air and soft rain to nurture it.
An insatiable desire grew as the number of victims diminished. It desperately wanted to devour another victim. Ready to consume the unwary that were foolish enough wander in its wake, it kept waiting. Yet still nothing came. It was as though the grass was all alone. The unbearable hunger caused the grass to writhe in agony, as stabbing pains shot through its stomach. Delirium slowly crept upon the grass. Twisting its thoughts, people appeared from nowhere. In its haze of confusion, the grass trapped another victim.
The victim was different to what had been previously experienced. As it devoured its victim, it caused immense pain, yet at the same time, unbelievable pleasure. Never before had something tasted so delicious and simultaneously cause such an intense affliction. From the splitting pain that shot down its roots to the monumental pleasure that filled its head, every sense in the body felt heightened.
The quicker the grass tried to devour its victim, the stronger the pain and pleasure felt. As the grass neared the end of consuming its victim, it became incredibly weak. The divine beauty the grass once possessed had faded. It no longer danced elegantly in the wind. It no longer shimmered in the sun?s light, nor was it still a sanctuary. Everything that the grass once was, was no longer. As the grass finished its victim it too, like its exquisite beauty, was nothing.
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Oui, I know it's only grass...
