The Forum Story


It was early April. The weather was bleak and rather dismal. Birds called in a seemingly unusual way above an old and worn down building. In a locked cellar beneath the building, two worms were discussing their plan of action.

"Cisken has taken the blueprints for the detonator to the Guarn on the Western District. He must be stopped or the world of worms will be nothing but a pleasant memory," spoke one of the worms. He was a smart looking, clean character going by the name of Slick.

"You don't understand, to go to the Western District is certain suicide! We will not make twenty miles and you are asking of almost double that. It cannot not be done."

This time it was a slightly less so smart worm with what appeared to be a knife lodged in the back of his skull, his name was Splapp.

"It can and will! If we do not proceed, we will be erased from the face of this world. We shall pick a small number of others to join us."

“Who? I cannot think of anyone dumb, strong, fit etcetera to accompany us!” Slick’s voice took a much more frantic tone this time.

“Dumb? DUMB?!? This journey is not for the dumb, this journey is suited for the judicious and the courageous amongst us, for those who want to return with glory and honour. I can think one in particular.”

After at least another hour of discussing, the pair left the old edifice. They headed for a small flat. They walked along old, run-down cottages and small broken down cars. The person who they were after was a worm named Alien King. 

“Don’t worry, Alien King is renowned for courage and efficiency, we need him on our team, he is a great ally and will come in handy,” Slick reassured Splapp.

“He’s mad!! He’s psychotic, how can we ask him to join us on our endeavours?”

“You have a habit of looking at the dark side of people don’t you!” The pair knocked thrice on Alien King’s door and he opened, the pair were shocked at what they saw.