Another failed entry to the "Flash Fiction" thing. The rules are very simple; The "story" has to be less than 150 words and feature a particular prompt word (which is the one in brackets).
THE TURN THAT WORMED (core)
THE TURN THAT WORMED (core)
Life's just great when you're a young worm
and your entire world is a great big ball of tasty white goodness sealed inside
a tight, green skin to protect you from the universe beyond.
You can skitter around, eating all day, without
a care in that very world that you're slowly consuming.
Then, one day, without warning, your
resources all run out and you've got to pack your bags and move out and find
another world to devour.
However, you know, it may be red, it might
be yellow, or simply yet another lush green world, but you can head out sure in
the knowledge that your future is serenely secure.
Unless the choppers come.
Then, your shiny new world can quickly get
cut down to the core and tossed away with about as much thought as any human
gives to the little things they share their world with.
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