The Giant

by Eric Drewes

There once was a mighty giant. He was 20 feet tall and had the strength of 100 men and wore a crown made of tarnished steel. He lived in a small hut near a mountain where he happily spent his days doing giantly things. One evening, he felt very tired. You see, giants dont sleep, at least not like humans do. He would close his eyes every night and stare into the blackness of eternity and never feel rested. This happened day after day until finally he could stand no more. .

He made his bed and laid down. He did not bother to lock his doors because he was a giant and he knew that those who trifled with giants were fools who would easily be smited with a wave of his mighty fist. He pulled his blanket over his body and drifted into a deep and well deserved slumber.

Smelling their opportunity, the creatures of the forest knew this was their chance. Though they didnt hate the giant they longed to taste his blood on their sandpaper tongues. A few brave ones crept into his house through his open door and snuck to his bed. they began nibbling on his legs. He did not stir. The more cowardly creatures gained courage from this and soon his entire house was filled with the blood thirsty beasts.

He only needed to wake up and open one of his fiery eyes and they would scury for cover.

But - he was very tired and did not wake. He could not wake.

and the creatures, slowly but surely, rendered the meat from his bones leaving only a skeleton.


"Don't wake a sleeping giant" Yeah, well, giants are hard to wake up, so screw it, right? EAT AWAY!

The End.