The Mosquito Boy - The Law of Mosquito
A first story, tried to do speed writing.
There were seven metallic alloys with only a small difference in mass between each of them. They lie upon a lake in the center of the ocean, warping when the sunlight strikes them, but not so when the moonlight illuminates the small lake in the middle of the ocean. However, there is no lake in an ocean, unless there was an island around the lake. The island would have to be large, so the body of water would not be considered something humiliating, a pond. One could deduce that a puddle would be far more pathetic than a pond, because puddles aren't as cool as ponds or lakes. They breed mosquitoes and filth, and aren't suitable for drinking, though ocean water is also bad to drink. There was a boy who found a puddle. His name was Tomothie Triggleblurk, a small boy who's destiny crossed with the pond. He was bound to make new history that will be written in every scholar's textbook, every child's drawing, every man's tattoo. He will become a celebrity among banjo players, their music will be written about him, for him, mostly by him. This boy, with his powerful will and courage, scooped a handful of the mosquito infested puddle water and poured it into his sippy cup. The boy brought his new friends home, the larvae rejoiced. The child brought many tires home, filled them with water and stacked them. These pillars are the breeding center for the mosquitoes. The child poured the larvae water into a tire and slept on the floor, waiting for his friends to come out and play. He woke to a few mosquitoes biting through his eyelids, but he allowed. This feeding continued, the child would always come home to sleep in his mosquito room until it became impossible to see due to the mosquitos fogging his room. The child was white and drained of energy until one day he was sucked dry by the growing mass of mosquitoes. This is where the foxes come into play. Henceforth, they upheld the law of the mosquitoes, this law was the only way of upholding the food supply. Rapists, murderers, and other criminals were forced to live in that room until they were drained. The floor was flooded with dried up mosquitoes, which are processed into patties and sold at fast food franchises worldwide, a delicacy among the rich. They paid so much for these mosquitoes, it fed the world. Peace was all. The END.. bzzzzzzz!