I was was happily staring up at the beautiful sky in my grandmother's house in the countryside, minding my own business and not disturbing anyone. At that moment a crow decided it would be a good idea to poop on my head.
As I was chasing down the crow with a shotgun, determined that the crow must be in my belly by nightfall, I realized that I had forgotten that I was to make lunch for my grandmother. I decided that it would be fine if I was a little late to lunch as long as I brought a delicious crow for dinner. Thinking so, I continued to chase down the crow, firing shots intermittently, unaware that I was heading to a forest.
I did eventually reach the forest and lost the crow due to the thick canopy. I had run very far from my home, and therefore saw the sun setting just below the horizon. With no crow nor lunch, I was feeling quite disheartened and distressed. Nonetheless, I started making the long way back to my gran's house.
Something caught my eye before I could get very far out of the forest. Bright blue lights were twinkling beyond a thicket of shrubs and trees. I did not want to go anywhere near strange bright blue lights in the forest in the night, since, according to all the horror movies I have watched during my life, it was a recipe for disaster.
I was going to just walk away and save myself from being the first victim in a series of unnatural murder cases that would eventually be solved by a bunch of random teenage friends, but my curiosity got the better of me.
I muttered a silent prayer for my soul, wishing my family a good life, saying my goodbyes and hoping many people didn't die do to my stupidity. You know, the usual thing that people do before they are brutally torn apart by an alien being from a fu*ked up science experiment.
I kept my eyes open as I stepped into the shrubbery towards the blue lights because, and excuse me for my selfishness, but I wanted to know what I was going to be killed by before I died. I also wanted to ruin the experience for everyone watching a movie on this, but now that I think about it, I wouldn't have ruined anything.
Even if I saw the 'thing' they wouldn't show it in the movie, instead the movie would become better. Well, shit.
But what I saw was not a hideous 'thing' charging at me to suck my organs out. Instead I saw thousands of tiny blue lights flickering around me. Were those.....fireflies?
Indeed they were. They were tiny blue fireflies that flew around me, completely harmless. I still believed them to suddenly kill me, but I must admit, I dropped my guard quite a bit once I learned they were fireflies.
Instead, I grew more curious, wondering if the blue fireflies had undergone a genetic mutation, or were a product of a fu*ked up science experiment, or were radioactive or something. I did not know, but I continued observing them.
That is when I was hit by a truck. No wait...I may have phrased my shock inaccurately. I became extremely horrified and shocked as the thousands of fireflies flew into my ears and many other openings I had in my body.
I did try my best to run and swat for dear life, however it was all for naught. I ran screaming like a little girl....maybe it would have been best if I hadn't mentioned that.
Ahem.
I ran screaming like a manly man from the forest, the blue fireflies already gone from their place in the woods and inside my body. I reached my house in record time, because of my very manly legs and manly scream.
I stopped screaming and running before I entered the village, mostly because I wanted to keep my dignity. Not that I would lose it if I kept screaming, since my scream was very manly, and would probably make me famous in that village. I just felt that that kind of attention would disturb my everyday life and would be annoying due to the many fangirls I would acquire.
Yes, yes that is a very true statement.
Once I had arrived back to the house, I realized that my mother had made food for the family. I was grateful to her, since I would have felt incredibly guilty if my gran went hungry due to my insolence.
I still did feel a bit guilty, but not guilty enough to stick around for the lecture. Plus, I had other things on my mind at the moment. Such as the blue fireflies in who knows where in my body.
I ran straight to my room and locked the door. My parents knocked on the door to check on me (lecture me to death) but I told them that I was busy and that I felt rather ill. T'was then that my parents started to show concern, but I told them that I would just require a bit of rest.
I then frantically started jerking and heaving my body like a maniac (Don't judge) to try and evict the fireflies that had decided that my insides were to be their new home.
The fireflies were not coming out they had decided, which was crappy news for me. I sat down at my desk, frustrated and pulled out a comic to distract myself from the bugs crawling around my insides....shit I reminded myself of them again. Then it happened.
The fireflies shot out of my mouth and ears. Yeah, that's it.
What, you want more details? What more details can I give me about them erupting from my holes? They shot out, and then once every last firefly had left my body, I slumped over, feeling weak. I do not know why I felt weak, but I did. Maybe it was because thousands of bugs flew out of my jaw, that could do it.
But something was very wrong. The fireflies were not blue. No no, I did not suddenly become colourblind, nor did I mistake them for blue fireflies previously, they had actually lost their blue colour. They were now flashing yellow, just like any other ordinary firefly.
As I was wondering how such a change occurred, I was suddenly bombarded with information. I writhed in pain, a very manly writhe I must say, but a writhe nonetheless, as my brain was filled with thousands of experiences and they seemed to tell a.....story?
I developed a blistering migraine as I felt my brain was close to exploding, which is when the fireflies all started glowing together. As soon as their light hit my face, the migraine died down. i looked up at the fireflies fluttering around expectantly.
How does a firefly flutter around expectantly you may wonder, and how did I judge that to be the case?
I would not be able to answer your question, but they seemed to appreciate my next words, and no, I would not be able to answer how I understood that either.
"Thank....you?"
I climbed back up to my chair from the floor, where I had accomplished my manly writhing, and studied the story in my head.
"Is this true? I can't believe such a thing happened, even if it did not even occur in this universe."
The fireflies were unfortunately, not able to give me a straight answer, but they did seem to light up brighter. I took that as a yes, and decided to write the story in a book so that I may record this somewhere, before it vanishes from my memory.
I decided to stay in my gran's cabin in the countryside for a while to write the story, and the fireflies stuck with me till I finished. It was a miracle I never forgot the story, but I have a feeling that it may be the work of the fireflies.
They did stay in my room, and gran hardly went there, so it saved me quite a bit of trouble. I would not be able to explain why there were so many fireflies in my room if I were questioned.
I made sure to cordon off my room so that gran didn't go there, and gran did not mind.
I finally finished the story a while back, which is when me and the fireflies bid goodbye to one another. It was a shame to say goodbye to the little guys, as I had gotten attached to them due to the duration of their stay. Once I had finished writing the last line of the story, the fireflies performed a beautiful dance around my room and then just disappeared while fluttering around me.
I am not ashamed to say that I cried bitter and very manly tears when I could no longer see them hovering my room.
I decided that I would share the story I wrote because it is quite interesting to me, but mainly to honour the fireflies who stayed with me for so long to allow me to finish this.