| Free Verse copyright 2005 Monica Olson Every day I dread going into that room, so cold and dark. They lurk in every corner, furry green creatures waiting to pounce on me. With tentacles of slime, they reach out to pull me in. Where do I run from them, they are everywhere I turn? They grow bigger and bigger, eating everything in their path. As I open the door my nerves are on edge, ready for the attack. I start fighting my way through as they come at me from all sides. At last, I make my way to the back of the room, destroying every last one of them. A few days later I thought I was safe but that feeling of dread was upon me once again. As I opened the door to that room, so cold and dark, something reached out to ensnare me ------The monsters were back------ |
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