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The
little red car makes its way down the streets of Tokyo. It follows the same path it takes
everyday, but little does the little red car know that today is different.
Out of
nowhere Godzilla starts crashing toward the little red car. Its tail swings left. Down goes a new high rise. "You are insulting my favorite TV
show," drawls Godzilla in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. "You must die."
The
little red car quakes in fear.
Where can it hide? What can
it do?
Godzilla's
foot rises in the air and casts it enormous shadow over the doomed little red
car. The little red car regrets
that it never once tried sushi.
Suddenly,
King Kong rushes forward. King
Kong gives a big ape squeal.
"Why are you listening to him?" bellows King Kong. "I was talking to you first. You always do what Godzilla
says." King Kong beats his
chest and stomps his feet.
The
little red car looks for someplace to hide. There is nowhere.
Godzilla
and King Kong gnash their teeth at each other.
"Don't
roll your eyes at me," says King Kong to Godzilla.
"Stop
talking. Stop talking. You caused global warming and now look
how dry my skin is," says Godzilla.
The
little red car thinks of its happy song.
It begins to hum.
Godzilla
and King Kong turn their powerful death ray eyes on the little red car. "Why are you singing?" they
say. "You are singing because
you hate us. We will destroy you."
The scary
monsters stomple the little red car until it is nothing more than a flattened
pancake.
The
monsters move on.
12 comments:
I'm worried for Scout.
When do the girls go back to school?
The little red car that couldn't?
So much for the power of music. Ouch!
I hope there was no-one in the little red car!!
Alison xx
Ow. It's not enough that one girl set up shop in the dining room?
next stop - military school
I think the little red car should drive herself over to Carmela's ice cream today - maybe even without the monsters?
So I shouldn't go to my happy place?
Is this a dream you had after eating cheese?
Margaret, Margaret, Margaret...
Oh dear...someone's having a bad day!!!
I finished your short story. Your depiction of the blobs made me so sad - they're afraid, they want to live. I was sort of hoping they would find a way but guess not. i suppose theres a larger metaphor at play here
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