[ WP ] A common housefly has lived for over a year . Making it seem like an ancient immortal compared to the rest of its species . In under three paragraphs write from the fly 's POV or from the POV of an outside observer .

So much has changed since I were a maggot, things just seem colder and time seem somehow *stretched* these days. When I was first born I was a small maggot, pushed aside by my brothers and sisters and ignored. I remember two of the older flies talking about me as if I was n't there, saying it'd be amazing if I even managed to pupate. 
 
 I vowed that day that I would live and grow and survive and I did. I was the last to transform into pupae but that meant I was finally able to eat the food I had been denied so long. I began my metamorphosis 52 hours after hatching, the longest any fly has been known to live as a maggot. I knew I was supposed to begin but I forced myself to stay whole, to resist the change. I resisted our gift, our transformation, God's reward to the maggot. I resisted and I was cursed. 
 
 I lived a good first life, I travelled, ate well and even mated. I saw my maggots born and grow up and as my thirty cycles grew to an end I prepared for my parting. Everyone I knew was dying, but not me, I guessed I would be last of my generation to die I stayed a maggot so long but I soon realised the truth. 40 cycles, 50 cycles, the young flies now called my immortal, but this was my punishment, penance for not metamorphosing quickly enough. Now I am old and tired and I have nowhere to go so I seek release, I fly high where the birds fly and low where the frog wait. I seek release.
