Friday Night Drabble Party!
Oh, glorious Friday! Let us worship you with 100 words of mighty micro-fiction! Let us pray at the altar of the Drabble!
Hey, before we get to the praying, just a quick reminder that Z-Burbia 7: Sisters of the Apocalypse is available now. NOW! Go get you some kick-ass Elsbeth action!
Now, on to the micro-fiction!
To Be A Drone
The creature gnawed through the flesh, crunching on muscle and fat as it forced its way out of its host. The feeling was exhilarating; a violent birth that would lead to an even more violent life. The chance to be a drone and serve the queen.
The bone came up fast and the creature smacked its round head against several vertebrae, bringing its progress to a full stop.
“Guys? A little help?” the creature hissed.
The creature could hear laughter.
“Larry went backwards and hit the spine,” one of its already free brethren said. “What a lousy chest-burster. Ha!”
Disclaimer: Don’t look in the egg.