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Monster #99
Feb. 24th, 2007 05:03 pm"Errr..." A sheepish grin spread over his face. He didn't really know what the others had been talking about – he never did – but he liked to tag along, feeling part of something greater. They had a habit of scaring old ladies and snatching skateboards from young kids, making them cry. He was the scariest of them all – had the biggest teeth, you know.
This very instant, he was pretty unsure about that place as scariest gang member. He was asked for an opinion, and had no clue about what. He'd been admiring the ducks in the pond. The others were looking at him, with their wicked grins and twinkling eyes. "I'm finished," he thought, and tried to grin along. He still had the biggest teeth, but teeth aren't enough to scare someone these days.
"Hey, Toothy, what's your idea? Or do your teeth take the place of your brains?" their leader teased. The others howled with laughter. Toothy grinned along, but secretly wished he would disappear into a puddle.
He did not want the others to witness his usual disappearing act when confronted with shameful experiences. He tried to hold on to his head, but it was too late: in a desperate attempt to get out of this messy situation it chose to fly away. What was left of Toothy scurried away into the pond, fleeing the bursts of laughter from his former friends in crime.
Monster #99 drawn by Stefan G. Bucher.
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Had I found Mr. Buchers monsters earlier, I'd probably written more stories. Monsters are one of my most favourite things to write about, or to draw (although mine never were as nice as these ones). Thanks to where-ever I found the link a couple of days ago.
This very instant, he was pretty unsure about that place as scariest gang member. He was asked for an opinion, and had no clue about what. He'd been admiring the ducks in the pond. The others were looking at him, with their wicked grins and twinkling eyes. "I'm finished," he thought, and tried to grin along. He still had the biggest teeth, but teeth aren't enough to scare someone these days.
"Hey, Toothy, what's your idea? Or do your teeth take the place of your brains?" their leader teased. The others howled with laughter. Toothy grinned along, but secretly wished he would disappear into a puddle.
He did not want the others to witness his usual disappearing act when confronted with shameful experiences. He tried to hold on to his head, but it was too late: in a desperate attempt to get out of this messy situation it chose to fly away. What was left of Toothy scurried away into the pond, fleeing the bursts of laughter from his former friends in crime.
Monster #99 drawn by Stefan G. Bucher.
View it & post your own story.
Had I found Mr. Buchers monsters earlier, I'd probably written more stories. Monsters are one of my most favourite things to write about, or to draw (although mine never were as nice as these ones). Thanks to where-ever I found the link a couple of days ago.
