Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
The string straightened. The hook speared into his hand. He screamed. He tried to get it out, but it was stuck. The string straightened even more, pulling him towards the water. Help! He shouted. Somebody help me! But there was no one around. The string hauled him into the lake, pulled him under water.
Rabe, Sink and Torkey stood in front of the huge metal door. The door was marked with symbols of an … More
The night was dark. Lightning and thunder shook the village. The little family were sitting in the hut, scared as … More
They had found oil deep in the Cameroon wilderness. A tribe was living there, calling themselves the Magobgies. Anderson didn’t … More
Mikkel was lying on the ground watching the two monsters. They were frowning and growling. He was terrified. One of them turned away. The other picked up a big rock. Oh my god. They’re going to kill me. No, please, please don’t hurt me, he pledged, but he knew evil did not care about pleading.
The two police-officers started shooting. They shot the mantis in the body and the head. The monster turned her head in a creepy way. Watching them. Judging them. The bullets went through her shell, but didn’t seem to have much effect. She jumped towards them. One of her back legs threw Cohen off his feet. The front legs caught Johnson. Lifted him up. Trapped him. Her beak speared into his head, dug for a moment. Ripped it off with the spine attached.
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