Thank you for reading and sharing my daily #Storygram short stories! Vote in the sidebar (at the bottom on mobile devices) for which story you want to become next month’s short film! Be sure to subscribe to the newsletter and check out my film Portfolio!

The Story:

He scoured his garden for the ripest of its offerings. He considered every sweet ear of corn a gesture of thanks from the stalk itself. Every brilliant red tomato was a work of art crafted just for him by the stem.

Although the plants were healthy, he could find no such delectable veggies this year. Every plant was devoid of any produce at all.

Remaining hopeful, he spotted the next destination in his garden and bounded over. The cantaloupe was his favorite reward. He couldn’t wait to bite into an orange slice of that ball of juicy perfection.

But as he reached the cantaloupe section of his vast garden, his hopes fell to pieces. Again, the patch was healthy but no cantaloupes. There had to be an explanation for all of this.

He bent down to inspect the plants. None of them looked as though they had been picked. Instead, the stems seemed to have turned into themselves at the ends.

A patch of dirt in the center of his entire cantaloupe patch looked as though it were bulging upward. He tiptoed over to it and brushed the dirt away, revealing something unbelievable. It looked like the hide of an enormous cantaloupe.

He ran to his shed, returned to the patch with a shovel, and started digging. After five hours of excavation, he had uncovered about a third of the mysterious monstrosity.

It was dark, and he was exhausted, but his curiosity would not allow him to quit. He removed a couple more shovelfuls of dirt, which released a beam of yellow light coming from the inside of the cantaloupe. It took his eyes a minute to adjust.

He thought he could hear some talking below, but it was too muffled to interpret. On his hands and knees, he quietly peeled the dirt away with his fingers, just enough to put his head to the dirt and peek through.

Inside, he saw what appeared to be a group of tiny, bearded men working. Shafts in the walls had various vegetables pouring out of them and into baskets. They were removing the full baskets and carrying them down a corridor—the end of which was beyond his view.

He had to find out what was at the end of that corridor.

 

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This