Challenge
Hi everyone! I love this challenge by BlairLogan1 and wanted to share: Tell me a story from the perspective of a parasite. I just found a tick on my pillow, so I killed it. But afterwards, I felt remorseful because deep down I'm a lover not a killer. On one hand, it's a parasite that wants to live off of me and could cause disease; on the other, that's the only way it can survive. Write me a story or poem from a parasite's perspective. Don't forget to tag us!
Write a poem/story from the perspective of a parasite
Parasitic Social Standing
She drags me through the crowd by my arm. With her in the front, people part and we fly past the people. We reach her friends on the other side and she introduces me. They are polite to me because I'm with her. I have her stamp of approval.
Here, I am a parasite. I am using her to thrive.