Pictures to inspire...

I know there is anouther thread like this somewhere, but I thought it was time for a new one. I just thought it would be fun! If someone wants to add anouther picture for new stories please do so. I will start off with this one.



Have fun!!

Title: "Say Goodbye to Split Ends!"

"Oh thank you, thank you little monster. You've freed me from the evil parasite."



Title: "Say Goodbye to Split Ends!"

"Bye there split ends."

(Not to be confused with "Goodbye all of that." Rocky Horror)

When Sara Cornakovavich agreed to babysit quote "a little monster who smiles alot", she truly had know idea what she was in for!

"Sometimes adds in the paper can be so misleading!" She grunted as she tried wrestle a diaper onto a two and half foot gremlin.

Try as she might to even keep a hold on him, the little blighter managed to escape her grasp, and high tailed it towards the park. She ran off down the street after him, with little junior cackling all the way. Quickly he ducked behind a mailbox scampered to it's top nabbed Sara's wig and hit the ground running. She almost caught him, but instead tripped and fell to the ground. He ran from the park triumphantly brandishing her wig like a trophy.

"What am I going to tell the Mother?" Sara sobbed.

Who's the Alien?
by Voo

It happened on an overcast day. Louis was taking pictures of retaining walls for his photo-journal. He wanted good, solid retaining walls; and good lighting, too. His photo-journal, by the way, was called The Walls.

(This fascination with retaining walls began, perhaps, when he lost his virginity on a stone-stacked gravity retaining wall, a modern innovation.)

Towards the end of the afternoon, he spotted a miniature demon running the length of a retaining wall. The demon was withholding a wig that belonged to a frail leukemia patient. Upon closer inspection, the leukemia patient was not quite human, but a fey humanoid with pale skin, who had perhaps stumbled into this world alongside her demonic friend.

"Say," Louis said. "She wants the wig, so give her the wig."

The demon unleashed a hideous string of squeals, which sounded like pig squeals. (Louis later learned that the pig squeals he heard in many Hollywood CGI-monsters were in fact from demons like these. The foley artists would import them from South America, and taunt them with bits of mango to produce that inimitable sound.)

"My sister had leukemia, damn it," Louis said. "I won't stand for this. I'll take it from you myself."

Louis chased the demon, which was relatively fleet-footed compared to Louis's 30 BMI frame. He gripped his camera as tightly as he could while giving chase. After a moment, he stopped to catch his breath. He realized he was fat.

"It's okay," the humanoid said. "I don't really have leukemia. Wigs are simply the fashion at my home planet Xylophone. I can buy a new one."

"My friends'll never believe this. I better take some pictures."

He pulled out his camera and started taking pictures. That was when the demon approached him.

The demon loved to have its picture taken. Louis would learn later that this was how they had gotten into the movie business in the first place. They would storm the set, and create marvelous scenes which any B-movie hack would be delighted to keep.

Louis began taking lots of pictures. They were good pictures. Lots of coarse aggregates and pebbling in the concrete. He much preferred retaining walls with coarse-grained concrete; they showed up better on camera. You could think of rain and how moviemakers will mix the rainwater with milk just to make it more pronounced.

As Louis snapped off photo after photo, he beckoned his humanoid friend. Slowly, she crept up to the beast, and in a moment, she reached out and snatched her wig back.

The demon squealed.

Everyone shared a laugh. Louis then felt a little guilty, as this had come at the expense of the miniature demon, who was technically a full citizen of the US, entitled to the rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

"I got it. Free coffee for everyone at Starbucks!"

"Hells yes," the demon said.

The End

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Image 6 of this slide show is truly inspirational! And frightening!

EDIT: Here is the image by itself:

Boom, crash, the gargantuan lightning creature lurched forward. Even if the local villagers knew it truly meant no harm, it would not have mattered. lightning is lightning even if you are a five thousand foot lightning Monster with a headcold!

and so off it lumbered, green lightning surging from it's great nostrils, in search of fire proof tissue and a strong nasal decongestant.