terror in the underwater world of the green demons
our army of brave warriors walk along the glowing gold tunnel of mystery while we listen the the walking vampires tracking our blood. All of a sudden the silver prince spots a large red door of mystery and walks towards it with pace.
Once at the large red door of mystery he touches the bight silver handle trying to twist it open with bare power. The handle is stuck tight while his sweating hands try and wrench it open with might.
After a few minutes he gives and rests in the golden tunnel while the horses aim their stun gun of glory at its handle of security. After a few blasts from the stun guns it creeks open with a glow of defeat while the purple vampires can be heard breaking through the tunnel of safety.
I then hold a shocked luitent megs in my hands while we follow the horses into an underground city below the water. we all then stand on a frozen embankment while the purple vampires begin to get closer towards our captured bodies of mercy.
A shocked horse then sees the vampires standing at the cold red door of mystery looking us with glory in their feasting eyes of horror. All of a sudden the door suddenly shuts and the underwater city begins to lighten up with sparking blue and evil red spotlights.
at that moment the city below our scared minds becomes alive and strange creatures can be see traveling up towards our trapped bodies above. We all become very scared and shake wit terror when the figures appear in front of us with evil red glaring eyes of horror.
The silver prince then spots their large green coloured demon bodies and white glowing faces while we tremble for mercy. All of a sudden a long yellow craft comes up from the thick yellow water while the evil demons strap our captured bodies together.
All of a sudden our captured twisting bodies are placed inside the strange yellow craft and we are transported down towards the underground city of evil below. We then watch out the windows of capture and see the a new underwater world of green skinned demons walking about a city of torture.
written by wayne mockler
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