content: One more repost of mine from the old forum: "The Creature" You stand awkwardly in a bar on a friday night.  All of a sudden, a 7 foot creature with giant warts all over it's hunching body lumbers through the door.  Whatever it is, it's not human. at least not any more. The shape of it's barbed phallus hanging between it's legs suggests that it never was.  The creature knocks over everything in it's path, making a terrible noise.  The air stinks of acid rising from it's pores.  Everyone pretends to like it.  "Wowee!" says one boozer. "That's gotta be the most beautiful woman in the world!" says another. It slowly, belligerently hobbles over toward you.  "Ooh, you lucky man!" everyone says, "She likes you!". A pitch black sludge drips from it's hind quarters.  "Look at that beautiful rich color!" they say.  It's breathing is deafening to you now. Hot putrid fumes smelling of decade-old milk blow in your face.  "Kiss her!" they all shout, hopefully. You give in to the pressure.  You lean over and peck what you assume is the mouth. It burns your lips, and small worms squirm out of it's mouth into yours.  You lean back away and try to wipe your mouth. "Hey, what's wrong with you?!" one onlooker shouts. "Bigot!" shouts another.  "Creature-phobe!" shouts yet another still. They throw beer bottles at you.  One of them hits the creature, making it erupt into a frenzy of squeals and convulsions.  It writhes around in every direction and swipes it's serrated claws out.  You try to step away, but it's too late. Your gut is impaled by the creature, and after a jerking   motion, ripped open. You try to stop the bleeding as best you can as you get up to run away.  But it's no use, the creature has you in it's grasp.  It grabs you by legs and bites in, then begins sucking your body down it's gullet.  As it does, you scratch at it's skin with your fingernails, hoping to inflict some pain, But instead you just scrape off a thousand dry yellow flakes of dust that fill the air as a fog. The creature feels nothing.  Then at last you scratch something that seems like an eye, and so the creature lets out a squeal, but as it does it only bites down harder on your body.  Your vision is starting to go dark  "Somebody do something!", you scream to the inebriated crowd.  But their response is only silence and stillness, until a few rush out the door.  Where are they going? To flee the monster? Or to flee the truth of it? But soon you find your answer.  As your body is flailing around in every direction by the beast, you catch a glimpse of a man with a handbag rushing through the front door, saying "Excuse me, doctor coming through!". Just as you're slipping out of consciousness, the doctor kneels down in front of you, grabs a bandage from his handbag, and applies it to the creature's eye.  The End.