Sunday, October 26, 2008
Scary Story 4
The darkling night closed 'round us tight as we sat beside the flame.
Anon's voice fell low as it croaked out slow, "From then on, Three Fingers was his name."
The horror! A shiver stabbed my spine at that anticipated line
And it was very real my fright confronted by that story trite --
Not at all like mine.
"Firebird, you're next; read us your text," Ril politely cued.
Ready was I to terrify with writing that really shook.
"The stormy night was not so bright and torrential rain espewed."
The minions moaned and the minions groaned, and I knew I had them hooked.
"On a lonely road in the countryside, a couple side by side
Saw a woman in white in their headlight bright who asked them for a ride."
"Prom Night!" cried Chris with pride, and Sarah deeply sighed.
"No, they passed her by," I quick denied, "since they knew her for a ghost.
Then they ran upon a tattooed man, with baggage much engrossed."
"Ax Killer!" Pete pronounced, and Blogless snorted beer.
"No, they knew enough to heed advice, and from strangers to steer clear.
But in a graveyard overgrown, standing by a great tombstone
They came upon a creature lone, flesh hanging from its bone."
"Zombie," Robin, yawning, said, and my heart went cold in dread.
Was there nothing new to these minions' ears? Did my words lie cold and dead?
Suddenly a shot rang out, and the minions spun about.
And who should we see but a crazed EE, an editor cruel and stout.
Through the woods he crashed as his red pen flashed in the face of the rising moon.
Forward he dashed then downward slashed, putting our words to ruin.
Our manuscripts bled red with ink, their insides soundly panned,
And we saw our dreams, amid the screams, be crushed beneath his hand.
Posted by Evil Editor at 10:06 AM