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Post your short stories here. Here's one I wrote recently.

H-Day Diary of a ventralata

I still remember the darkest days of my shipment. Days where water was scarce, humidity suffocating, and light nonexistant. As far as I know I am the only one that made it out alive. There were three hundred of us, all fresh from the explant in Holland. We thought that we were going to heaven. The first plastic cup should have tipped me off. We spent a dark week in transit. The venus flytraps began to wilt because some idiot did not pack them properly. Finally, we got our first peak of light. But is was not the sun, only the weak glow of flourecents far above. After being repacked and jostled about we were shipped out again. Box 10 containing the Judith Finns was crushed in transit. We were dropping like flies. Some began to pray for the warm tc medium back in Europe. Many suspected sabotage. Finally we made it. The survivers let out sighs of relief. We should have known that it was only the beginning. Shortly after being unpacked we were put under the shade of some palms in a suffocating greenhouse. The orchids sneered at us and we were separated from our brothers. From my position I could see the torment of the venus flytraps as they closed their traps again and again even though there were no bugs. The Purp division had a tough time too. The were specialist at low light, but this, this was certain death. they grew more spindly as time moved on. The venus flytraps sold out first, going off to sadistic bipeds that seemed to enjoy watching the traps close. A few purps and several plants from my division went in the next couple of weeks. By now more than half of my division went to fungus, mold, and now water. The effects were showing on me too. All my pitchers had dried up and My internodes had become unnaturally long. Two months into my occupation of the shelf showed a sorry sight. Almost all my brothers had died, I was the only healthy one left. The rest had blackened their growth tips and died. Three months into the shelf occupation a person stops to look at the shelf. He seems different from the others. The way he looked at my leaves and stem reminded me of the flask back home. Suddenly he grabbed my pot and brought me to the register. This time I was in a cup holder as I was spirited away from that slaughter house. I will forever remember the name of that place. Home Depot, the root of all evils. It was the first day in months that I got fresh air, water, and sunlight.
In remembrance of my brothers I tell this story. This day is forever called H-Day.

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Wow.......Very true story....

Ken

alcran, you've suceeded in conveying the tortures that our beloved CPs go through under uninformed hands... My heart goes out to dear CPs.

Here's something I wrote some time back. It is based on an insident that happened to me in my previous job. I posted this up before in the old forum. Will just do it here again since we have a thread here...

The Horrors of the Pitcher Plant World

I had a visitor….
A visitor to my tiny cubicle…
My little corner in the office…

Its her, its her…
It’s my new boss…
Visiting my little space…

What words would she utter…
What compliments… or
What chastising would I receive…

No, it was none the above…
Nothing of that sort…
Nothing that I was ready for…

“What’s that…!”
“What’s that you have there…”
“What strange thing is that…”

At that cue I gurdled my “pitcher” cap…
At that moment I was ready to go…
Ready to share with her the wonders of the pitcher plant world

As I opened my mouth to speak…
She blurted out…
Eh! Bull’s Balls or what?!!!

silence…

I was speachless…

What horrors my ears have heard…
What insult to my precious “pets”.
What an unexpected twist…

My precious, precious “pets”…
To my “pets” on my computer screen…

I shall not forget…
I shall remember…
I shall stuff a whole bunch of Post-it in her mouth…!!!

silence…

But I left without a fight…
Without post-it in her mouth…
For I’m a coward…
A coward to my grave…

My precious, My pets…
Forgive me…
Forgive me for showing you to such horrors of creation…

I shall hence forth promise to keep you safe…
Safe from these walking talking horrors of the pitcher plant world…

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Interesting narrative for a ventrata, alcran.. :D Great poem too, David.. Hope your present colleagues are more considerate of your CPs in the office now.. :)

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Hmmm is it the picture on your computer screen or a CP at your cubicle???

Anyways nice poem like paphio said..

Ken

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It's a wallpaper covered with the various species of Nepenthes pitchers on my computer screen.

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Nice and a very true story, Alcran. CPs are so unlucky. Always tortured by humans. Nice poem too, David. Don't tell me your boss don't know what is a pitcher plant!!! Even my grandparents knew them!!

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It did not ring a bell in her head when she saw it. I guess it's because she had not interest in plants, let alone Neps. So, instead of finding out further she jumped into conclusion and called them "bulls balls".

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Bulls balls!! What did those poor CPs do to deserve such a crude remark?? :bored:
Come to think of it, my high school bio teacher still argues on the fact that Nep lids close when food goes in the bin. :laugh:

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agreed interesting narration, alcran! keep it coming:1thumbup: