Story Time

So I started a project about a month and some ago that basically dealt with self-discipline and such. If anyone follows the subreddit 'TheXEffect' you'll know what I mean...but I'm pretty sure no one does.

So here's a link. http://www.reddit.com/r/theXeffect/

Basically you pick something simple that you want to do for 52 days. You do it then after 52 days it's an ingrained habit. One of my things was to 'Write for 15 minutes' and so I've been writing little stories and such for about 42 days. I'll be posting some of them, they're not master pieces just small tidbits of whatever is floating in my mind. Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for reading!

Egg Warehouse

Outside, the sounds of the concrete forest squealed and roared as they bounced off the flimsy metal walls of the warehouse. The doors had been shut for three weeks. In that time the heat and stench of the flesh and juices had begun to suffocate his senses. The skin popped and ripped below him as it retreated back to form human legs as he’d had in a past life. They felt wet and rubbery like they’d just been painted on. Sensation began to slowly fill them as the warm embrace of blood filled them from hips to toe. A constant steady rhythm of the eggs chanted throughout the room and calmed him like a mother’s womb. He stretched his arms back and let out a sigh as the bones he hadn’t used in weeks cracked and popped underneath his muscles. The eggs could feel the movement and began to breathe in deeper shallow breaths as they began to wriggle and shake within themselves. He stepped over his children, tip toing between the sacs and larva that covered every inch of the building. He could feel the floor beneath pulsing with life, a warm sensation reaching out towards him. His eggs would hatch soon. They would spread in every direction and consume everything in their path. The cycle would repeat, over and over again and his seed would be grand and bountiful.