The Wurlum
A raven lands on the post of an old wooden fence, along the edge of an old and forgotten cemetery. It tilted its head, squinting, and peered out beyond the far end of the cemetery, into the darkness of night and fog within the distant the pine trees. All was silent, except for the swaying of the trees on the cool night breeze. The cemetery was vast, and heinously-overgrown. It was clear that it had been forgotten to any soul for a long time. The raven picked at its feet, and then the underside of its wing; picking, preening, prawning. "The cleaner and smoother, blacker and shinier, grim-er and ghastly-er, the better!" thought the raven. The black feathers gleamed in the moonlight, basking in the malevolent solace of the raven's countenance.
The ground appeared especially enticing to the raven, having not eaten for many hours this day. Suddenly, three worms appeared from the soil, warping and coiling around one another while rising higher, and higher. The raven saw this, and thought to descend at once upon the worms who appeared to wrestle one another while growing out of the ground. Before the raven could move, the ground shook, as the three worms sprouted abruptly up from the soil -up at the raven. The raven froze, petrified in the moment, at the sight of the monstrosity lunging forward. The three wormed monster was indeed actually a three hundred-to-four hundred worm-ed monster, all interwoven and functioning as a whole. It was known in these lands as a Worlumwight, or just a Worlum among the common folk. The beast had hundreds of slithering worms, each moving in its own direction, pulling and tugging on the rest, These contractions controlled the movement of the Worlum as it wavered back and forth in front of the raven.
The raven cried out, and thought that surely this beast was about to attack, but right before the raven could hop off and fly away, the Worlum lurched forward at the raven with all its might, and kissed the raven on the cheek! It giggled and quickly slithered back into the ground, and giggling it went further and further down the hole, giggling all the while,
until it was heard no more.
until it was heard no more.
The raven was shocked. It had never felt this way in its heart before! "Could it be true? Is this how light and joy feels? Have I truly lived my life up to this point believing that the darkness of night was my only veil? That I could not rise and break through the threshold and behold the glories of Day and the Sun? Why, this is most certainly my day to fly and a-flitter a-free! I am most humbled by the dawning of this realization, and must make way for the East to build a new nest at once! I just hope that the master doesn't mind me not returning for a while longer. It did seem like the master thought it was very important that I deliver th-" suddenly there was a swift "WHOOSH," and the raven's body flew off the old fence post with a long black arrow in its neck. It lay on the ground, quivering and bleeding out. Shaking violently to grasp on to dear life, and fearing the onset of darkness; the raven's last thoughts were of the joy the Wurlum brought with its one simple kiss.
The cemetery was quiet again, and in the distance, you could hear the faintest sound of giggling.
The cemetery was quiet again, and in the distance, you could hear the faintest sound of giggling.
THE END

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