story

It was a dark and stormy night. All the world seemed to be crashing down as the rain hit Cory's house. It was not your average run-of-the-mill house here. No. It was a dragonfly house; Cory was a dragonfly and it was raining on his house. Cory got lucky when it came to finding a home for himself. While most of his dragonfly friends spent long and sweaty dragonfly hours meticulously constructing their dragonfly houses out of sticks, leaves, perhaps a few acorns shaped into furniture, and some nice humus lining the floor surface, Cory happened to stumble upon a vacant trap-door spider residence. Cory was a middle-aged, single dragonfly who lived with his roommate Mack, who was a mosquito. Mack the mosquito was off on business testing blood for American Red Cross so Cory was unfortunately all alone in this dark and stormy setting.

... to be continued