Spider Gibberish? Must be Halloween!

OMG! Minnie is here with a   tale for Halloween creepy fun brought to you by her crazy word abuse gang...Here is what they have to say, Trick or treat...You choose.

Spiders with orange hair and glowing fangs gathered to play poker for the night. Their nicotine stained whiskers and whisky breath curled the corners of the dark room as they gathered candy chips and made their table on Halloweens back door. With hungry eyes and greedy gaps they watched as the first game approached and then they ate the playing cards and planned the Grand Spider Ball. 

It was time to marry off their off-spring to cockroaches, but the Halloween snake arrived looking for some tasty treats of the eight-legged kind. Determined to thwart the snake, the spiders sacrificed cheese to the rat ghosts and enticed the rodents to join them. 

Fat dancing rats distracted the snake while the spiders ran here and there, "I've got you now my little pretties" as they scrambled gathering those roaches up in their webs made of cotton candy. The snake eyed the rats determining perhaps that he had  aimed too low with spiders, little did he know, rats always bring their flea repellant which they sprayed into the snake's eyes, temporarily blinding it. 

All the animals rejoiced and broke out in flip flop dance; little did they know that the snakes mate waited just behind him. Using her wounded partner as a shield, she dodged the next shot of repellent and the snakes mate did what she had to do with the victim. They all perished except for the spider that scuttled off into the darkness. The only problem was all the dead spiders, rats and snakes had all turned into zombies and chased the lone spider to the Grand Spider Ball where a lone cockroach with eight legs was waiting. Zombie spider roaches were born that night and they stalk the streets tonight…Halloween, the birth of zombie spider roaches, they are everywhere…Beware!

Talented writers of the controlled patriots of standered word abuse are:

Shelly 

Alex J. Cavanaugh

Gossip_Grl

Hart Johnson

Linda H. 

Sabrina A. Fish

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Suzanne Furness

And of course Minnie

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Come back the last Friday of November as Minnie explores gibberish of the turkey kind! Next post is the first Wednesday of November for some insecure writers. What is that? Come back next Wednesday and see.

 

Real Monsters

There are many monsters who over the years have entertained me and I could tell you about these, how alluring Dracula is with his vampire lust for eternal life. I could also tell you how I could feel sympathy for a monster such as Frankenstein. He did not choose to be a monster and he is totally misunderstood. There are also a thousand creepy monsters out there. Folklore has left us with the Boogie man and the monster under the bed. There are the creepy kind of monsters like clowns, which Steven King described so well, and the psychotic kind like chain saw serial killers or Hannibal Lector. They are Epic, right? And then again ghosts which I do not consider monsters at all. I could tell you about the monsters through fiction that have scared me, entertained me or just fascinated me, but…I choose to tell you about real monsters. You know they are out there; sometimes you are faced to force them. Sometimes you have no choice but to wait for the day impatiently when you can slay them. You question your humanity because you really want to kill that monster others call a man.

This monster wears the clothes of an ordinary man. He comes in all colors, shapes and sizes. He is a familiar face in the community he lives in. Everyone knows him as the helpful neighbor next door. Yes, he is everyone’s friend because no one knows the monster that is hiding behind this familiar friend. The man whose children befriends yours, and becomes your friend while he waits for the time to be right. Unsuspecting victims gather around him and he smiles hiding his real monsters face. Only small young children see him for the monster he truly is, but then it is already too late. He whispers to them and at first in their innocence they listen, then later they shiver in terror at his plans. With a knife at their throats he threatens their life and the life of everyone they love. For years these small children do as they are told; they believe the lies of this monster as it steals their innocence from them.

We like to think our children are safe. We do our best to protect them from monsters like these. You may think that your children are safe and years later find out, that they were not. When these are the monsters of your nightmares then you will truly know what a monster is. These are the monsters with an ordinary face that roam free to terrorize and steal from our children any hope for a normal life. They then cast us into never ending despair and a web of deceit as we uncover the lies and do our best to protect the adult that once was a child. Monsters are real. The worst kinds are the ones you don't see until it is too late.

For more monsters check out other posts in this bloghop.

Spider Gibberish

 

Minnie is here again all dressed up for Halloween. This time she is getting ready to go trick or treating with her bag full of gibberish. Want to join her? Just keep the story going in the comments. Not sure how? Check out the rules HERE-

 Spider Gibberish

Spiders with orange hair and glowing fangs gathered to play poker for the night. Their nicotine stained whiskers and whisky breath curled the corners of the dark room as they gathered candy chips and made their table on Halloweens back door. With hungry eyes and greedy gaps they watched as the first game approached and then they….(YOUR TURN)

Finished story will be up on Halloween so you have until then to play. Have fun!

For those of you not playing, care to share your week-end plans?

Any fun parties or halloween fun? As for me, just hanging out with a paintbrush and of course....Gods and Fairy Tales. Have fun and enjoy your week-end where ever you are.