... Suddenly, Henrietta felt a cold white hand on his shoulder. He turned around slowly, and saw not one hand, but twelve! They were tiny hands, fit to kill a bee though, and pressed down on his small shoulder with intensity. He shrieked and tried to run away, but realized that more hands had grabbed ahold of his ankles. He tripped and fell face down on the grass. Before he could realize what was happening, he was dragged down a hole at the base of the rose bush.
Henrietta felt the darkness enclosing around him, and tried to scream but no sound escaped his mouth. Moments later, Henrietta fell onto a flat, warm surface and he realized that he was indeed deep in the earth. He heard the thundering of many footsteps coming towards him, and although he could see nothing, he felt. An overwhelming feeling of oppression trickled down his whole body and Henrietta was paralyzed in place. A voice suddenly boomed, "GIVE US BACK OUR COLOR!"
The little prince could only assume it was the flower come to life, on steroids! He stuttered and tried to produce moaning sounds into words, but to no avail. The monstrous flower reached for Henrietta's ankles and soon he was hanging upside down by a huge rooted head of a thing.
...To be continued.
Stay tuned for the next installment of Henrietta's Terror. (I won't wait so long next time to continue the story... maybe tomorrow)
1 comments:
I was so sure I had commented on this!
Let me just say, I'm dying to know what happens. You must not make us wait.
Post a Comment