captured in the purple land of space

We all run inside this  small farm house of horrors while the blue water begins to cover the doors  and windows of capture.  At that moment the small farmhouse is pickup by  hurricane wind of horrors and we are swept up high into the cold red sky of evil. 

I hold and hug a shocked luitent megs while the house is sucked inside a  a large tunnel of wind high in the deep red sky.  All of a sudden  the small farmhouse  begins to fall down at speed towards some strange land below our feet. 

The horses then hold us tight with bravery while the force of the structure suddenly hits the ground with a loud thud of evil.  At that moment the silver prince gets up from  his space of safety  and looks outside the windows of safety. 

A shock of horror then overcomes his white face of torture while he falls aback with terror across his burning lips.  I then open the partly broken door of the old farmhouse and see    a strange land  of  orange grass  and  blue trees of mystery. 

We all then walkout into this weird world of mystery  whilst look up towards a sky of deep space above our shocked minds. A shocked luitent megs then begins to panic and wonder how we can breath in this  space world of horrors.

At that moment strange figures begin to appear  from an  overlooking  blue tree in the distance while we slowly walk back towards the  farmhouse of safety.  The horses then look on with shock down their long faces of mercy  while the figures  become brighter showing the evil  purple vampires of horror.

We then quickly run inside the remote farmhouse while the horses repair the broken door of safety.  The scared humans then help pushing a large bed to block the door while the evil purple vampires circle the closed windows  of capture. 

A  club swinging one eyed vampire then laughs at our  actions  of safety  before pointing towards the darks space sky of constant night time.  We all then sit and wonder how to escape this horror while the howls of strange creatures  sing out in the dark  forest of horrors.

written by wayne mockler
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