Down the Drain
Zuruzarog lived in the slimy drain. Over the years she grew until her tentacles stretched out into the stinking pool. She fed on rats and the occasional bird. What she really wanted was one of those bipedal creatures that walked by. She reckoned they would be tasty.
One day a man came close to the pool inspecting it. Just come a bit closer! thought Zuruzarog.
“I’ll have to complain to the Council about this pool. It stinks! I’ll write a strongly worded letter to the paper as well!” He declared.
To Zuruzarog it was just noise. These creatures made peculiar grunting sounds. The man leaned in closer and her tentacles shot out dragging him in. After quickly swallowing him, she spat him out. These creatures were revolting! She gargled some fetid water to get rid of the taste.
The man, now wet and covered in slime, ran off in terror.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 150
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #60.
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I smile. She should have removed the wrapper first, those bipedals wrap themselves in mouth clogging clothy-stuff.
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Brilliant, what a great story. I love a good comedy horror but you idea taken from the monsterβs perspective, wonderful ππ»π
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You are what you eat… except when you aren’t, and then you shouldn’t…
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1) Love the name
2) Love my headcanon idea that Zuruzarog will eventually befriend a hooman
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