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Carid knew she was in trouble when she could see the whites of the Monster’s eyes. That was long before it opened its deceptively helpless, nearly toothless maw and let out a ghastly roar. Its fetid smell nearly undid her as it lurched towards her on its short fat legs, threatening to engulf her in its rolls of dimpled fat.
She reminded herself that she was a seasoned warrior and had faced down trolls and dragons with nothing more than her sword. She braced herself, feet firmly planted, in preparation for the deadly onslaught.
“Auntie… Auntie Carid… Pick Jaerga up!”
© Kim Magennis
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Loved this–especially the monumental twist at the end. I adore twists! Great story!
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Great graphic and great beastie!
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Fantastic snippet!!
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Thank you, Gem
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Haha! You pack quite a punch in 100 words, Kim! This was wonderful!
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Thank you, kindly, Julie!
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LOL, terrific short story. This sounds as if this might be Carid’s first babysitting stint.
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LOL, Kim! I’ve faced one of those monsters a time or two. Smelly little beasties, indeed!
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Intriguing idea and great execution! Love this.
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Thank you, Rose
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What a wonderful description you paint of the monster. Love the picture too.
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Ooh! Death by halitosis! Nice 🙂 I love how not all deadly monsters have to come with fangs and claws and sharp edges.
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The business end of a toddler is, I’ve heard, no joke. I love how her sense of fear makes a mountain out of a molehill–pretty sure that toddlers can’t crush you to death.
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Well that was an unusual twist – great snippet!
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Definitely not a monster I’d want to face. Glad she got a hold of herself!
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Fun! Someone has a great imagination!
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Kids interrupt the most delicate situations. Meanwhile. back at the fight. . .Delightful story.
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I love it!
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LOL! Great description! I bet you had fun writing this!
Marcia
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Thank you, Marcia. I always do!
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What a great description. and I love the photo !
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It seems that Auntie Carid forgot to brush Jaerga’s teeth today.
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Lol, Ed, I do not think she would voluntarily engage the business end of a toddler.
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LOL What a fabulous story! Makes me remember when my kids were that little. 🙂
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Thank you, Jessica. Yes, I still find little children quite intimidating.
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I’m not sure whether Carid is being woken from a nap, or if the stakes just got higher.
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Carid looks like she fears no monster. Thanks for recent visit to my blog.
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Always a pleasure Carl
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