Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31073921-20170131150927

My brother and I live in a small town, considerably away from civilization and technology. We were always close since birth, even though he’s 6 years older than me. He’s 18, but never really liked anyone besides his girlfriend, his age. I’m 12, and I just don’t have as many friends as I would like too. The morning was crisp, and full of activity. We ate breakfast, and my dad took me and my brother to the barn. “Jimmy, come over here.” I walked forward. “I think you’re ready.” I smiled big. Our family is a long line of hunters, and today my dad gave me a gun. “Here you go.” I laughed when I took the rifle. It felt good and smooth. That night, me and my brother went to hunt. It took a while, but we finally got the trail of a rabbit. When we had followed it for two minutes, a bear crawled out behind my brother. I stood in shock and screamed at him. He looked behind himself, and saw it. The bear roared, and he turned to me only uttering one word. “Run.” I ran, tears flying down my hot cheeks. Behind me I heard ripping and chopping, and I kept running. When I got home I told my dad all about it. He ran over with his gun, but couldn’t find my brother or the bear. But, he did find my gun, the once beautiful and smooth weapon was broke and in the mud, I must of dropped it while running. I bought a ticket to leave to the city in a month.

The town has a sorrow feeling the next day, and held a service to honor him. Gifts flooded in, but it just wasn’t right. Not without him. It was about two weeks later when he came back. The town rejoiced and cheered, and he once again joined with his girlfriend. But he didn’t talk to me. He mostly tried to avoid me, didn’t even glance in my direction. After another week passed I went to the area where my brother died. I fell in hole. It wasn’t really graceful, I was just looking for blood stains or my gun, or something and tripped. When I feel down I saw something. I found my brother’s body, scratched and decaying. I heard noise from down the tunnel, it was whoever was impersonating my brother. “Hello Jim.” He said. I stood there shocked. “You look fine today.” He slowly stepped towards me. “Who are you.” I weakly murmured. He chuckled. “Not who…” He put on a broad smile. “What.” I looked at his face. Pink worms extended out of him, making up his facial features. “I understand, this is a lot to take in. But don’t worry, my babies will make you see reasoning. They’ll have a home, and you’ll have knowledge.” I saw worms wriggling towards me. “Then my babies can have a wider variety of vessels in the city.” I stood back and hollered “NO! They’ll prod your babies there! They’ll attack them, kill them, torture them.” The worms repelled and he flinched. He whispered to himself “I can’t have that…” and ran into the tunnel. I crawled out of the hole and went home.

 Nobody had seen my "brother" since the other day. I would leave that day for the city, and when I got there I would tell people that understood about what he was, and what he is doing. I will, I must. I was being driven back, when my automobile smashed and flipped. I looked and saw the driver had died in the crash, and I crawled out dazed and shaking. I saw pink worms slithering to me, and it went dark.  