The Rebel ShowStopper
Riding high on 'Grimlock's' back was a lad of about half my size but with an unusually
kind eye and a mischievous smile that begged for penny whistles and 'uptonogoodness'.
'Grimlock' put him down and stomped over to feast on the foundmeat, she was Andy's sister
and had earned the name 'Grimlock' as she was the size of three fourteen year olds yet she was only eight years of age.
She had a forehead like a fucking battering ram and less teeth than Compo, she also smelt
of rotting cattle and was covered, head to toe in a thick coat of coarse hair.
Her rear legs matched the girth of her cumbersome neck and her one eye darted around the
room like an owl watching its oblivious prey. The thing went for me, hurling me twelve feet into the air and rearing up high on its hind legs snarling and spluttering like a broken bagpipe.
Suddenly the things eyes and mine locked. I shuffled over and and ran my elongated fingers

down its horny back and onto it's slimly thighs.
'Grimlock' Jack hammered over towards me, putting herself between me and the thing.
They glared at one another for some time, the tension building in the air like a busted
Baboon's all out ball bag balloon on a hot Sunday afternoon, seething and spitting caustic

acid in the furious sunshine.
A car backfires. All hell breaks lose and the thing and 'Grimlock' are tussling on the
ground pounding each other into bloody pulps and looking toward me with faces daubed with
human flesh and feces.
the fear gripped me no longer, I had fallen for the thing badly but 'Grimlock' was like kin of some twisted kind. I grabbed my scimitar and charged towards the bustling pit of flying arms and gnashing teeth and plunged the sword into the thing. It let out a piercing cry and tears welled up in its red bulbous eyes.

'Grimlock' stood up from the battle and watched over as the thing passed solemnly away.
'MICHAEL WAKE UP!' Michael sat straight up in bed, he had been dreaming, dreaming hard,
and the sweat was running down his tanned, buff body.
'Christ Cheryl, I was dreaming about the thing again!' Cheryl smiled and put her arm
around him, 'at least it's better than the dreams regarding the heavily drugged corpse
that was found in the outdoor pool' she reassured.
'Alwite Cheryl, no need to go on about that, it's taken years off my life!', Cheryl
Interrupted 'Your Life? Your fucking life!, what the hell was going on that night? When
they found him he had... well, what I can only describe as terrible anal injuries!' she
was visibly shaking.
Michael fished the lipstick out of her bag and stared into the vanity mirror next to the
bed.
'Chim, chimeny, chim, chimeny, chim chim, cherooo' as he sung he applied the stick to his
Puckered lips and a solitary tears streamed down his cheek making his mascara run into a
black line of shame.
'THIS IS MY DOMINION!' he screamed.
Cheryl looked terrified.
(JinDod, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 10:49, Reply)