Saturday salutations all! I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend. It’s been a good last few weeks for me, having found a publisher for my novel – Welcome To GreenGrass via Bedlam Press, an imprint for Necro Publications. We’re shooting for a December release date and I’ll definitely be sharing more as we move forward with the process. Check out my previous post for more details, if you like. Back to the action with this week’s snippet from my short story, Snips And Snails. Last week, we watched the creature get terrorized by the small child whose room he is trapped in and a little background how he ended up there. This week, tensions mount as the creature’s frustrations get the better of him and we have a little “scare down”. Hope you enjoy and please leave a comment (or two – they’re low on calories). Make sure you go over to the main site at SciFiFanSat.blogspot.com and check out all the great writing happening over there. Enjoy!______________________________________________________________________________
Too focused on his re-avowing his mission, the creature barely noticed the boy sneak up behind him until he felt the five thousand volts of electrical current course through his neck.
Reeling away from the jolt, the creature spun around to face the boy, who still held the tazer, the current flaring between the two prongs.
Smirking, the boy said, “That’ll teach you not to pay attention.”
The creature snarled and grabbed a toy from the desk as a green mist seeped from his nostrils, flowing down over his hand and melting the victimized space ranger into a puddle of plastic.
“I already saw that on Space Terrors 2 and that was a limited edition by the way.”
Turning away from the child, the creature rammed two fingers into its eyes, turning back to display an eyeball on each pointer finger, the right one winked at the child.
“Peepers – The Return but they did it better.”
Flinging his eyes to the floor, the creature grabbed the horns on either side of his head and roared in pain as he ripped his head from his shoulder and hissed, “Your eternal soul is mine.”
The boy sighed, “My Dearly Beheaded but yours has less blood.”
Bending down to retrieve the remnants of his melted toy, the boy glanced up as the monster re-adjusted his head and added, “You owe me like two hundred buck for this.”______________________________________________________________________________