Reblogged from Morpeth Road:

On the edge of the swamp just out of reach, the scum, that enjoyed a fault-free existence, moved slightly to spread itself that fraction further in its efforts to take over all it surveyed and didn’t notice the creature moving toward the swamps edge.

The creature was hungry, its stomach growled its dissatisfaction at having to wait for food, a particular food, it craved right now.

The moonlight was enough to see by, any other creatures sensing its presence made a hasty retreat in instinctive fear of being the food it was after.

The creature craved the swamp scum but it was always that little bit far from the edge and the creature was loath to venture in too far its own instincts warning it of unknown and potentially troublesome encounters if it became careless at a time like this.

But the creature knew there were ways and means around any crisis and in its mind there hatched a plan. It knew of a log discarded by the swamps edge, not far from the green-blue scum and with a little persuasion it might float itself and it closer…

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