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Monsters love people. No, really. They love people. Trust me on this.
tshaw gave me the 365 word challenge of 'Shoelaces', evil creature that he is.
Ralph loved people. Curiously funny and interesting creatures, they gave him great pleasure whenever they entered his woodlands. It was odd for a monster to admit an interest in people, but he did. They didn't smell too good and, as a result, he could locate them from a distance. Finding them was never a challenge, because they also made a lot of noise. It didn't matter if it was one or twenty, you could hear them clattering around and cursing. Filled with excitement, Ralph would race up to them, jump up and down and roar his most terrifying roar, and wait for them to run away screaming. Oh yes, it was a fun. When he eventually caught one, the fun came to an entertaining, fulfilling, and somewhat messy end.
He had eaten a couple of hundred people over the years. They were all different shapes and so many different flavours. Not like most food. Monsters, for example, were all different shapes too, but they tasted like mud.
People? They tasted like little bursts of heaven.
One dark night, sitting in his dank cave, the sound of another lost one carried on the wind. Joy! The thrill of the hunt took him. He bounded into the trees. It took little time to locate the lost one, and the ensuing chase went on for several hours, until his quarry stumbled and fell, collapsing on the ground, unable to go on. He half-expected the usual pleading and wailing. This one, however, was healthy and strong, and had run until it had no more breath to give, and simply could not plead. It watched the monster approach with dulled eyes, an animal facing death.
And so, it was messily dispatched. Ralph squatted in the grass, ready to eat his fill. He ripped the flimsy fabric that covered the dead person and gorged on the head and body. He crunched away until all that remained was two booted feet, with long colourful strings attached. A new taste sensation, he thought gleefully, slucking the string like intestine. He chomped at it, but the shoelace caught in his throat, choking him to death.
A sad end, but monsters don't live forever.
tshaw gave me the 365 word challenge of 'Shoelaces', evil creature that he is. oOoRalph loved people. Curiously funny and interesting creatures, they gave him great pleasure whenever they entered his woodlands. It was odd for a monster to admit an interest in people, but he did. They didn't smell too good and, as a result, he could locate them from a distance. Finding them was never a challenge, because they also made a lot of noise. It didn't matter if it was one or twenty, you could hear them clattering around and cursing. Filled with excitement, Ralph would race up to them, jump up and down and roar his most terrifying roar, and wait for them to run away screaming. Oh yes, it was a fun. When he eventually caught one, the fun came to an entertaining, fulfilling, and somewhat messy end.
He had eaten a couple of hundred people over the years. They were all different shapes and so many different flavours. Not like most food. Monsters, for example, were all different shapes too, but they tasted like mud.
People? They tasted like little bursts of heaven.
One dark night, sitting in his dank cave, the sound of another lost one carried on the wind. Joy! The thrill of the hunt took him. He bounded into the trees. It took little time to locate the lost one, and the ensuing chase went on for several hours, until his quarry stumbled and fell, collapsing on the ground, unable to go on. He half-expected the usual pleading and wailing. This one, however, was healthy and strong, and had run until it had no more breath to give, and simply could not plead. It watched the monster approach with dulled eyes, an animal facing death.
And so, it was messily dispatched. Ralph squatted in the grass, ready to eat his fill. He ripped the flimsy fabric that covered the dead person and gorged on the head and body. He crunched away until all that remained was two booted feet, with long colourful strings attached. A new taste sensation, he thought gleefully, slucking the string like intestine. He chomped at it, but the shoelace caught in his throat, choking him to death.
A sad end, but monsters don't live forever.
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What the hell is happening here! Laughed out loud in the end. A monster, liking the taste of human, becomes choked by shoelaces? Where do you get these ideas! Great little piece, truly, hilarious, in its own compactness very enjoyable, entertaining. Good work, I liked this very much.
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