The tiny alien sits in his glass cage and chews mealy sludge that the scientists know he can’t digest and yet insist on feeding him.
He was just trying to help. How was he to know that these prodding, scheming humans wouldn’t recognize anything shorter than a foot as a “true” life form?
The tiny alien leans his gelatinous head against the walls of his prison and dreams of beef jerky and the yellow haired human who fished him out of the wreckage of his spacecraft.
Never Wager with a Shapeshifter by b9paradox, literature
Literature
Never Wager with a Shapeshifter
The pub waitress doesn’t like the looks of the newcomer. He’s skinny, angular, and far too good at pool to be a reputable man. Still, she’s glad to see him walk over when some jerk starts playing peek-a-boo with her skirt.
“Sir,” the newcomer says, leaning in conspiratorially with his pool cue, “fancy a wager?”
The skirt flipper laughs and tells him to, “Get lost, pal.”
The newcomer continues, “If I can make you scream, will you leave this bar?”
The skirt flipper shakes his head dismissively and says, “Sure, fine. Like to see you try.”
The newcomer’s eyes
Wow, so ... it's only been 4 years since I posted anything here! Art school ate pretty much all of my time, but now that I've graduated I'm trying to get back into sharing my art various places. All the stuff in my gallery is super old, haha, but let's hope I can get it updated soon :)
I suppose an introduction is in order:
Hello! I'm M.Y.L, and I draw strange creatures, angels, and comics (among other things.) I work in a combination of digital and traditional media.
In my main gallery you'll find my more finished pieces. Scans from my sketchbook can be found in "Sketches." My boyfriend and I are working on a dieselpunk webcomic; you'll find pages from that in a separate category when they're ready for public viewing.
Thanks for stopping by :)