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A small pile of dead gnats lie on the wood floor in the bedroom. I had never had a fly problem, I keep my place relatively clean. I do however remember a few weeks ago running into a small gnat in my bedroom a few times. I had tried to kill him twice, both times he swiftly hid after I noticed him and I waited to try to catch him should he reappear, but resigned after a few quiet minutes. We continued to coexist peacefully for a few days more, despite my murderous intentions. I had always assumed he was it was the same one, but looking at the pile of probably 80 or so gnat corpses I realized I must have run into several different flies throughout the generations. I gave one last glance at how they had strangely all chosen the same place to die, nestled in a small line where the sunlight could peek underneath the curtains through the sliding glass door. I went to the bathroom and got some toilet paper to clean them up, but after looking at the flies again, I was disgusted by the possibility of actually touching them. As I went upstairs to get the hand vac, I thought about how it was kind of sad to wipe out all history of what seemed to be a fruitful society that, as quickly as they arrived, had become extinct. I then began to wonder, what had caused them to die off en mass? Had there been a food shortage? Disease? Some sort of deadly substance in the small area that had become a holocaust-esque graveyard? Then I began to think that perhaps they were killed, not by me, but by something else. As I walked back down the stairs with the small hand vacuum I realized how unprepared I was to deal with a creature who had both the ability and the cunning to kill all of these flies where I had failed. A creature that strong and smart would have been able to set the dead gnats as a trap to kill me in my currently unprepared state. I crept across slowly, slightly embarrassed at my willingness to believe the strange idea I had, but completely unable to ignore it. I slowly opened the curtain.
There's nothing there.

[Edited on July 19, 2010 at 8:17 PM. Reason : ]

7/19/2010 8:15:14 PM

Kris
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I should have made a more interesting title

7/19/2010 8:40:15 PM

Str8BacardiL
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fixed it for you

7/19/2010 8:41:34 PM

kiljadn
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SCSB

7/19/2010 8:42:14 PM

Kris
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It's my first attempt at literature. But let it be known that spice pretty much gets you just as high as weed.

7/19/2010 8:48:06 PM

IMStoned420
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tl;dr

7/19/2010 8:49:18 PM

Kris
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generally one would trick you into reading it by making you think it was relevant to your interests, but I am just providing the OC, others can copypasta it if they see fit.

7/19/2010 8:52:50 PM

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