Lord of the Flies-ishI used to be something. Now I am nothing but dust spread throughout sand, but at one point in my life I meant a great bit to quite a few people.Slowly I fade; soon I will be gone for good. But I'll never forget how I got to where I am.Lord of the Flies-ish3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They found me resting at the bottom of a body of water. Being a conch shell, I had no way of stopping the giant pink thing from taking me out of my home.There were two of the pink ones looking down at me and speaking words that I did not understand. Helplessly I lay in their hands as the sun slowly stripped away the comfort of the water that I'd known for so long.
The murmurs of my captors ceased and one of them put me to its mouth.The silly pink thing was blowing on the part of me that was most comparable to an elbow.It was a very odd and uncomfortable feeling. An irritating high-pitched noise was coming from deep within me, but I had no way to stop the strange activity. Soon the squeaking stopped, and for a split second I thought I would be freed. Howe