Monster story - SCARY!

[kevin]

So there I was fighting the monster. The monster was like, no, no you don't understand. The words are fading, becoming mutilated. The monster was about seven feet tall, and his shape and form pulsed with every half breath. All around colors swirled, and what was far away grew close and flung itself away. There was a pause, the monster probably thought to itself what it was going to do. After all, what are we to do when confronted? Fight or flight perhaps. There was no time though because calling to the sublime for spiritual blessing I swung the ax. Then I was thrown into the monsters mouth and crushed to bits.

The end.

<< written under the influence of sleep deprivation.