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Rated: ASR · Book · Personal · #1935750
Entries for various Blog Challenges.I will be expressing my hopes,dreams and fantasies.
#830384 added October 8, 2014 at 12:11am
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Monster's Living Room
Here is the next door. I hear growling noises. Monster's Living Room. I still carry my basket with my kitten and I open the door and enter the room, I see a big homely brown couch that is the size of two couches, a TV, a rocking chair and a love seat of some kind. The floor vibrates and it feels like an earthquake. I see a big, brown and blue furry monster. He has horns on his head that are small and big ears that are curled. He has big jaws and ugly pointed teeth. He must weigh 500 pounds. He is yelling something. He goes sits on his couch. He turns on the TV. He is watching football. Seriously? Good.

He is moving on the couch like he has ants in his pants. He is throwing pop corn at me. Okay. If this makes him happy. He just passed gas. I can hardly breath. I swear that I see a blue mist. Lovely. I cough. The monster jumps up and the floor vibrates again. I almost fall down. I am leaving. I am walking towards the door and before I can open the door, the door opens and two other monsters that look like him are entering the room. One grabs my arm but I hit him and the other monster tugs on my hair. I reach inside my basket and I find hair spray. I spray it at them and they let me of me. Good. I take my basket and edge out the door. A skeleton grabs me.

"Come with me. You are just in time for the party."

I know where I am going next.

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