Little Big Girl

By, Nan Claire Falkner

 

Screaming people ran as the eerie image of an eighty foot monster girl in a nightgown allowed her presence to be shown.   The scared throng of vacationers could only see her black silhouette which had morphed into the palm trees for a creepy effect.

“Where am I?  She cried out – “What has happened to my bedroom?”

The crowd ran faster hearing her oddly child-like voice bellowing from the trees.  Shadowy figures floated after the people yelling “Go quickly if you want to live!”

“MOMMY!” she screamed.

“No more scary movies for you young lady!”  Mommy said soothing  her daughter back to sleep.

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22 thoughts on “Little Big Girl

  1. Hey, Neighbor Nan! Good to see you!

    Good story, very relatable. I have been sleeping with the Adventures of Superman TV series in my head lately.

    Five out of five howyadoin’s. 😉

    • Hi Alicia, I thought it did – that was my very first impression when I looked at the prompt. Thank you so much for reading my story and commenting so kindly! Nan

  2. Must have been Gulliver’s twin sister. Thank goodness it was only a dream. It would take a lot of groceries to feed a girl that size, and tough find her shoes too.

    • Dr. Who freaked me out once when I was babysitting three kids named (honestly) David, Denver and Dudley. That’s when we used to get paid 50 cents an hour – didn’t make much money for those kids. What IS so funny, I told my mother I didn’t want to have boys – and then we had 4 (and we feel so fortunate). They have been a blast! Wow – great kids (even if I say so myself)! Creepy! Thanks, Nan

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