Author’s Note: This is a “Guess Who I am” piece and my purpose for writing this is to get a 10 in Word Choice and Context
The excitement bubbles up inside me and forces me to tremble, when I’m taking kids’ disheartening dreams from their sleeping thoughts and giving them a whole new, wonderful fantasy. The weather tonight in this muted, little town was lovely with warmth and a bit of wind. The breeze was like Aeolus, the Greek god of wind, was blowing gently on the Earth and on my wrinkled face. As I was making my final pass around the small civilization, a child’s head popped out of the window and starred straight at me with her little beady eyes. Once she saw me, I had no choice but to grab her out of the opening in the building and dash back to my home in Giant Country.
As I returned to the cave that I’ve called home for many years, I set the minor down on the table and dashed to the jar table, where I put all of my captured dreams into jars. On my way back from my work station, I passed a mirror. Now, this was the first time that I have looked at me in a long time and it shocked me at what I saw. As usual, my ears were the great big parasails in the bright blue skies but everything else was alternated eminently. The hair on my chin was grown like the untrimmed lawn in front of my cavern and my face was as wrinkly as my fingertips get in water. But overall, I didn’t look to bad for a century old, man!
The depths of my cave are actually not that abysmal at all. When approaching the door to my cavity of a home, a boulder, you would think that the inside was dusty and full of wildlife creatures. But as you roll aside the four ton object, the area around you would light up in the glows of the many shining dreams on the shelves and lights above. My cave is sometimes, pretty cramped, but is one of the most secure places in the world. It has a grand bathroom the size of three elephants, a dining room for eating the nasty snozzcumbers, and a room to keep all of the dreams that I have arrayed over the years. This algid environment is a perfect place to sleep at nights, unlike the flesh-eating giants, who sleep during the blistering warm days, and take their victims and nights.
Outside of cool rocky abode, there is an arid wasteland ready to reach out and grab any precipitation in its reach. Now this blazing place is where the nine flesh eating giants sleep until it’s time for them to go catch some homo sapiens for dinner. There’s Bonecruncher, Manhugger, Childchewer, Meatdripper, Gizzardgulper, Maidmasher, Bloodbottler, Butcher Boy, and worst of all, Fleshlumpeater. These dastardly giants go out during the nighttime to their favorite tasting countries and then they snatch kids and parents out of their rooms and down them gulp by gulp, and chomp by chomp. And what do I eat myself you say? Well, I frown upon eating humans so I consume the only apparatus that there is left in Giant Country, which happens to be a foul vegetable called the snozzcumber. These sour, soggy, sickening, soiled, squalid snozzcumbers are the worst food that you will ever try. But, I go through the horrid plant for the sake of the human beings, and that is all that matters.
As the exciting day of a giant in Giant country comes to a close, I am back where I started. Shaking ecstatically to see what type of dream comes out of a little child’s sleeping, but imaginative mind. Is it a trogglehumper or just a nightmare with an awful ending like being guzzled by a 48 ft giant? Or maybe the little sprout is lucky and has a great dream with an endeavor or all the candy he can think of. I bet the next time though, when I give the girl with the little beady eyes a golden phizzwizard, it is going to be the story of her and a Herculean figure like me, vanishing to Giant Country.
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