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This month's choice:
The MurglegrubThe Murglegrub by mmpratt99
Beware Beware the Murglegrub
Which lurks beneath the bed.
He has sharp corners for your toe to stub
And a cunning brain in a pointed head.
He thinks it funny and yuks and yocks
When he gullops down one
Of a pair of your socks.
This sly beast makes his fun
By causing mischief in the house.
In his belly he has a pouch
And moves quietly than a mouse.
He conceals things to make you grouch.
He reads your mind, he hears you think.
As soon as you have a craving
For something--into the pouch quick as a wink,
He puts it and set you raving.
You lost something--a pocketknife.
It’s in the pouch you can bet your life.
Where oh where is the key to the lock?
Why it’s the same place as your sock.
Just set down for a jiffy your book,
The Murglegrub gets it by hook or crook.
Oh me oh my, what’s to be done?
Can the battle with Murglegrub ever be won?
I think not, just try to keep him fed on old socks,
Pencils, envelopes, e
Evil Terror: The Undead Cult - PrologueEvil Terror: The Undead Cult - Prologue by Kloudthegamekiller
September third, two-thousand seven. It was a typical sunny day in Pennsylvania and things seemed to be the way they were supposed to. Children enjoying the weather below the clouds, parents chattering among the patio. However, dark secrets surrounding this “peaceful” circle have yet to be unveiled. There were news and rumors of civilians being torn to shreds, as news reporters say on the papers and television. Some people believed it, and most didn’t. The ones that truly cared for their loved ones eventually secluded themselves away from the state, but the ones that didn’t would eventually regret it.
One peaceful family is living their lives off "normally" just like the other skeptics. As they picnic on their hundreds of acres of land, they hear a storm approaching. They begin to think that it is normal, but eventually the parents remember one thing: there was not supposed to be a storm that day. The father runs back into the house to check the radio. As he cra
My Angel Mother/ My Devil Father My angel mother was soft, nice, and was sweetest of all mothers whenever she made herself presentable to me. Somehow even on my darkest days she convinces me everything is going to be alright. It's rare that she gets me to stay happy now and sometimes she even convinces me to be nice to people even when they harm me. She says to me to try to respect everyone and realize my mistakes when I make them and be sure to learn from them to make me a better person. She offered the best advice throughout my whole entire life and I cry at the thought of losing her, knowing without her my sanity is gone along with the good morals she taught me. She's been with me since the day I was born along with my mortal mother, who also cared for me. My mortal mother cared for me when I needed physical help, but my angel mother helped me when it came to mental help. Angel mother had a good way of keeping my mind in a calm state when I was younger, but as I got older someone else showed up and stMy Angel Mother/ My Devil Father by jacksonfivecheal
Don't Stay UpDon't Stay Up by Kloudthegamekiller
Coming into my first year of being a teenager, I would often get involved with various games. To be more specific, they were scary games. Initially, I had no one to keep me company when I first moved into the state of Pennsylvania. My strange sense of humor and shyness ended up quarantining me away from my peers. Thankfully, I was very blessed to befriend this fella. I always dragged him along with me to partake in these suicidal games.
His name was Andy. I swear, we had so much in common, that we would often talk about how much we were “clones”. We played video games together, sports, and we even committed pranks on each other. He always kept his promises and so did I. Over the years, we bonded, even more so, we were more closer than any best friend or family ever could be. On various occasions, we played with an Ouija board or chanted the name of “Bloody Mary” three times to the mirror every cold, dark weekend.
To no avail, we did not get the results that we w
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What is a monster?
"Every being, real or imaginary, human or non-human that exceeds the norm or the ordinary; something extraordinary, be it horrible or wonderful in a physical or moral manner."
With this we want to express that a monster doesn't have to be horrible. It's the wonderful thought that something anomalous or something different, sometimes even scary in appearance, can be beautiful and familiar. Something on which you can project your fears, your desires, your ideals, making the impossible something real with a little imagination.
Thus is born Teratophilia, from the greek teratos, meaning monster, and philia, meaning love and friendship. So let there be love for our monster friends and weirdos alike.
Finn: Is this really my life?
Is this how my story ends?
Bein' in this body,
Seems like a battle that I cannot win.
Maybe I should lay my head down slow,
And sleep until it's all over,
Is this the end,
of the hero boy named Finn?
HECK NO! Darn it, no! This isn't how I go!
I'm gonna kill it!
I'm gonna kick life's butt,
and win it, to win it.
I'm gonna take life's name,
and spit on it! And kick it!
Life can just go eat it,
cause' this is a man's game!
Finn: Get up, Gork!
Gork: Huh? Why?
Finn: I'm not gonna let you lie here,
and waste away,
you better get up, Gork or I'll kick you up,
today's the day!
Gork: Whoa. Okay man, just be cool.
Finn: And I'm not gonna be cool!
Cause I'm pipin' hot!
Get up, Trudy, get up, Kim.
I'm not gonna let you rot!
Jake: Hey, Finn.
Finn: Ja-a-a-ke, stop tellin' me to enjoy,
bein' a foot, and get out of that trash!
Jake: Heh heh. I can't take you seriously when you're singing, man.
Finn: Get up! All of you make me sick!
I'll fix you with my kicks!
Gonna reconstruct your self worth,
brick by emotional brick.
The hero boy named Finn, Finn the human, Adventure Time (Freak City).
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