trapped on the island of monsters
After long hours trapped in the cell of terror the werewolves suddenly come for us in the middle of the night and take us towards the boat of hate. We are taken inside the boat under the dead of night and strapped in screaming in horror.
The werewolves take us across the cold red river towards the mystery island of monsters treading very carefully in the dark. We all sit tight and wonder what the evil creatures are doing while the ship powers towards the barren land of the monsters.
We are then taken out of the ship and tied up on a big yellow tree with some other captives of torture. The commander and his werewolf creatures quickly jump in the boat and get ready to sail off back towards the campsite.
The golden goddess suddenly see things floating about in the water and shouts at the werewolf commander help while the horses try and force themselves free. At that moment a four headed creatures turns the boat over and chomps off the werewolves heads with it iron like teeth.
At that moment the ship gets thrown about and explodes into a tangled wreck before being pulled down towards the bottom of the cold red river. The horses suddenly manage to break free and take us towards the deep orange jungle of monster island.
We suddenly notice the commander of the werewolves floating about in the water and drag it back towards the black sand of hate. All of a sudden a golden figure appears from water and walks towards us with its bright green eyes glowing at our cold and tried bodies.
The golden goddess try's to grab the werewolf but the golden monster gets it turning the commanders body to a stone statue of gold. we all run into the deep jungle and watch the golden monster carry the statue into the red river.
We look in horror seeing the statue evaporate and the skeleton bones of the werewolf is thrown back on the sand with wicked sounds of laughter. The horses then lead us through the deep jungle while monsters come out of the deep red sea to look for us.
written by wayne mockler
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