I wrote this the day I took on the horsefly army... They were strong... But my friend's homemade duct tape flyswatter was stronger!
Dedicated to the brave horseflies who lost their lives trying to bite me.
Battle of the Bugs
He'd started this war by mistake. It hadn't been intentional, and if he'd known it was going to become so serious, he never would have grabbed his weapon... But how could he have known the dangers of taking on a horsefly in battle?
The little demon buzzed by, burying itself in his hair and biting his scalp. Swearing, he tried to smash it with the flyswatter, only to hit himself in the face. Grumbling angrily, he watched his rival flit away, buzzing with laughter.
"You win this round." He growled, gripping his flyswatter with bitter intensity. "But this isn't over!"
Everything about this is cracky.
I have to go find the angst. I think it's hiding. And I'm not looking at my document, so if the next chapter really is angst... It's complete coincidence! I swears it!