Spew!

I didn't know what to do! The howls were getting louder and its face turned a hideous shade of reddish purple. I covered my ears and watched in horror as a vile stream of what looked like clam chowder shot from its mouth and nose in a projectile across the room to splatter all over the floor. What the hell was that? And was it toxic?

I pointed at the creature and yelled, "You are so cleaning that up!"

"Are you crazy? She's just a baby!"

I glared at my best friend. "Fine! YOU clean it up!"

"Maybe babysitting isn't your thing."

"Ya think?"

"I'll get the mop."
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This scene was inspired by an adorable photo of a friend's new baby with whitish glop running down her chin. Just for the record, I would've cleaned up the above mess. This scene is from the perspective of a bratty pre-teen.
Although, I was also a bratty pre-teen and probably would've felt the same way. Babysitting was so not my thing.

The Devil Himself

Why was he so cruel?

He had me scrambling all over the place, going up, down and sideways. Stop! Go! Wait!

I was so dizzy. I felt like I was going to throw up.

If he didn't kill me first, I was going to kill him. I was going to pick up my water bottle and bash his head in. If only I had enough energy to lift it that high. Not that aluminum was strong enough to bash anything.

"Back row, you can do better than that! Move! Move! Move!"

That fitness instructor was the devil himself.
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This story was brought on by the nausea caused by tonight's BodyShred class.

Hero In The Night Haiku

This is about my last chapter of Le Grand Danois.

getting to safety
while evil lurks in shadows
a hero arrives

Okay, I'm sure these aren't technically haiku poems, since they're not about nature. Whatever.