Guardian Angel

-She’s back! The Mushroom Picker! She’s back!

-Oh my great fungus! Run! Hide!

-Wait, Surnbok said thoughtfully. -I might have an idea.

He ran through the little mushroom forest as fast as he could with his little tail body. The others ran back and forth in panic, screaming, crying.

The first mushroom was picked. No one lived there, but it did give good shadow down by the little puddle.

Another mushroom went up in the air.

-Nooooo!!! My house! My new sofa! Bambar ran towards the mushroom house.

The others held him back.

-There’s nothing you can do! Shell take you as well!

Surnbok had something white in his hand… (more)

Jelly Fish

The sun stood high. The shadow from the parasol and the sunglasses gave the perfect hiding place. Tits and booties all over. Johnny laid back and enjoyed. Finally a day off. He closed his eyes, breath in the fresh sea air.

“Can you please help me put some sun block on my back?” the beautiful woman by his side said.

“Sure,” he answered, started smearing it out.

“A bit lower down, please… Lower… lower… mmmmmmhh… (more)

Not the Devil at All

Father Miguel walked through the church. His church, it had been for years now.

He heard the rumbling again. From underneath somewhere, deep down. The first time he had thought it was an earthquake, but no one had noticed anything outside the church. It was under him, straight down. It worried him.

Another rumble. Stronger this time, the walls shook, a candle fell on the floor. Could it be… the Devil? Was he coming for him? God knew he had sinned, horrible sins hard to forgive. He had become a priest to control his urges, but it had only made it worse. Now he was surrounded by them every day, so cute and innocent.

The shaking increased. The walls shook, the floor, everything. He backed up towards the door. A crack opened in the floor.

A giant hand broke through… (more)

Streets of London

Jack walked through the streets, restlessly, only accompanied by the darkness of the night, the lights from the lampposts. He knew it was dangerous, but he hadn’t slept for days. Lying awake in the darkness was driving him mad.

He heard something. Steps around the corner. Strange, at this time of the night. Heavy, slow footsteps coming towards him. Too heavy. Too slow.

He stopped, so did the footsteps.

“Maybe I’ll go back…” He didn’t finish the thought. A giant head leant out from behind the wall. A horrible face, twisted, broken. In pain. A monster, tall as a building. Its skin was pale, dead…

Late for Work

Mildred was late for work again. He ran down the escalator stairs, down the tunnel. Rounding a corner a woman bumped into him at high speed, knocked him over.

-Hey, what the…

-Run! Get out of here! She screamed, and kept running.

He turned around. A monster came crawling up the tunnel towards him. It moved like a pulp, hissing with its round mouth. He started crawling backwards, trying to get away. A tentacle came shooting out… (more)

Crush Things

Albert hadn’t expected it could climb. Huge as a mountain, hard as a rock. And fast.

-Wait, he said. -Let’s talk about this!

-I don’t talk to crush things. The rock monster stopped, watching him. -I crush crush things.

The dry, hash landscape gave life to nothing. Nothing but rocks… (more)