Monday, April 27, 2015


"Is that a plane?"




"A bird?"

"Not just any bird. That's a woodpecker."

As hordes of Woodpeckers thronged the city skyline, fear rained on the people. They rushed everywhere, seeking shelter. The Woodpecker was someone they always saw on trees, digging holes in the bark. However, of late, they had suddenly turned violent, attacking homes and people with their beaks. Holes were dug in walls of buildings and vehicles, in turn damaging them.

There were no more trees. The Woodpeckers needed somewhere to dig, to build their nest. Humans regretted now. Unfortunately, it was too late.

This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - W.