Or what if it's the slimy thing...that thing
under the bed. Just a mere thought of the creature made the bones of his spine rattle.
Some time after this , he dozed off into dreamland,
except; it was more like horrorland to J.R.
J.R. was lying in his bed.
"I...I was asleep?" J.R. said in a low, quiet,
"We've missed you, J.R.," said a scary, freakish,
"Yes, yes we have." A big monstrous horror
rose next to the bed. J.R. screamed as the thing opened its mouth and heard something he didn't expect...
"Wake up J.R., wake up," said Jack.
"You had a bad dream, sport."
"Only a dream, thank goodness."
"Let's go fishin' while ma cooks up some breakfast."
J.R. nodded, and swiftly got into his usual jeans,
white t-shirt, and his hiking boots.
They sat there, waiting, pleading for a bite.
Then J.R. had a question. "Dad, where do babies come from?"
"Oh god...um...have you ever seen the...I shouldn't
put it that way...when a man loves a woman they --"
"Breakfast is ready, boys."
They rowed back to shore and ate breakfast.
Their breakfast consisted of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice.
"Yes, Barbara, thanks"
They rowed back out and J.R. was watching the ripples
bounce off each other, overlapping each other. The thought of babes didn't cross his mind
He looked closer into the water...and saw something...strange.
It looked mainly human, but it wasn't entirely
"Dad, look at this. I think it's dead,
but I don't know."
"Let's take it out." They took it out gently
and put it on the boat. "What is it?"
"A mermaid...or merman." J.R. replied.
He couldn't see breasts, so it wasn't a woman, but the facial features indicated that it wasn't man.
J.R. looked in the water again. A large figure
rushing up from the bottom of the lake very precisely. A spear busted through the bottom of the boat. It pierced
through the skin, but didn't puncture any organs.
Jack got knocked back and landed on his finger,
breaking it. It made a loud snap! This sound reminded J.R. of the crashing of bowling pins, but he didn't know
why. The best theory he could think of for this thought was when he and his family went bowling last Saturday, but he
still couldn't figure out why he had thought this at this moment.
"AAGGHH!" he screamed. Another one went
through the boat and barley missed J.R.'s head.
"We have to swim away!" J.R. screamed.
They leaped out of the boat into the water.
J.R. and Jack started to swim through the water.
J.R. looked back to see that the merfolk were too amused at destroying the boat to try and attack them.
"What were those things?" asked Jack.
"Like I said, mermaids and mermen," J.R. looked
at his watch, it said twelve o' clock sharp. "Dad?"
"Remind me to thank you later for buying me that
The man and boy sat there laughing, though the
father was in excruciating pain.
As they sat there, giggling, Barbara walked over
to then with a casserole dish.
"Time for lunch," she said
Now it was
ten o clock. J.R. and Jack were as quiet as a feather to each other for the rest of the day.
Because it was ten, J.R. was falling asleep into
the horrorland again, but this time, he wasn't in his bed, he was in the boat, fishing with dad.
Jack had his back turned, J.R. couldn't see him.
"Dad, where do babies come f --" J.R. started
to say, but his dad tuned around before he could finish talking, Jack turned around.
The left eye of Jack was hanging from the socket
like a man hung by a rope. It dangled disgustingly from the socket, with blood dripping out.
Then, from behind Jack (who was trying to scream
but was muted) rose one of the merfolk, sword in one hand, and shield in the other.
J.R. searched for a weapon frantically
as the merfolk drew his sword higher up.
A sword, a gun, heck, a knife. Then he
looked in the water, a sword floating there, he grasped the item, and held it in the air, triumphantly. Jack went behind
J.R. (still trying to scream, but still couldn't) and J.R. swung at the thing's head and went in, but not all the way through.
Some blood came out, but not much. Again he swung his sword, but still didn't go through the neck. At this point
the blood was oozing out the neck like the water at Niagara Falls. He swung his sword a third time and finally lopped
off the head. Finally, with the head off, J.R. had time to rest. As he sat down he had time to observe that he
was drenched from waste up in blood.
But then something very unexpected happened.
Its head grew back...but there was two heads. Once more he swung, and appeared four heads. J.R. parted from the
boat and swam away as fast as he could. He reached shore and lay down, noticing he was alone, then looked back and saw
the four-headed thing swinging its sword at Jack, beheading him. J.R. turned around and sprinted into the forest, then
tripped, and then he looked to his left.
Then to his right.
Then he looked straightforward and saw something's
feet. He looked up. It was that slimy thing from under the bed, staring at him with the black holes in its head,
then it opened its mouth and shrieked a high pitched tone. Then the mysterious, cruel said something.
"My name is Bowlingpins," the horror said
J.R. woke up in a fright.
"Breakfast, boys" called Barbara. J.R. got
dressed and went to eat. "What's the matter honey, not enough sleep?"
"I had a bad dream," replied J.R., nervously.
"What about, Sport?" asked Jack, reinforcing the
band-aid on the stub of his finger.
"Nothing...nothing at all...Dad, where -- never mind."
about half an hour after eating breakfast, Jack and J.R. started playing there favorite card game, Black Jack.
"Can we go for a walk, dad?"
"Sure, son," replied Jack. "After this game
They started walking into the woods after the game
was over. "Let's count trees," Jack said
"No, I don't want to,"
"Well, I will." One. Two. Three.
Four. Five. Six, and on he went to count on his head. He stopped at almost seven-hundred sixty-three about
an hour later. "We should head back now."
"Okay." They headed back to camp for lunch.
"Bologna again?" J.R. said in a bad sounding voice.
"Yes honey" said his mother.
"I don't want bologna this time," said J.R.
"Well that's too bad," said Jack.
"Now eat," said Barbara.
"Okay mom..." he said, though he didn't want to.
an hour passed, and J.R. was taking a nap, but it wasn't horrorland, though Bowlingpins was there.
"Hello J.R., how are you?" asked Bowlingpins.
"Quite confused...to be honest, " answered J.R.
"Why are you so nice all of the sudden?"
"Mood-swings," it replied. "To be honest, I'm
a nice guy and all but some hard stuff has been happening at work lately, the wife is filing for divorce, and...man, I have
a list of this stuff. Oh! Sorry for scaring you so many times and what not."
"Don't worry about it," said J.R. "But I know
how you can repay me..."
"How's that, little man?" asked Bowlingpins.
"I remember one time in one of my dreams you said
you could grant wishes."
"Um...I was kind of drunk when I said that."
"Oh..." said J.R., who then formed an idea in his
brain. "Can you make things appear outside of dreams?"
"I need three swords, and three shields."
"Presto…need anything else?"
"I need to wake up," said J.R. A second later he
woke up with three swords and three shields.
"Dad," J.R. said. "Mom, come here."
"What is it sport, another ba -- OH MY GOD HOW DID
YOU GET THOSE!?!" shouted Jack in astonishment.
"Bowlingpins, I'll explain later," he said,
and gave a sword and shield to each parent.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE!?" exclaimed Barbara.
"Weapons, to fight the merfolk with."
"So we're getting back at them for my
"Let's do this…" said both parents in chorus.
They all ran as the merfolk came out of the water. Their shoes splashed in the water, bathing then in pollution filled
J.R. looked left.
He saw Bowlingpins on the water...
J.R. sat up and looked at his calendar. His
calendar had a black and white picture of spider man he drew by himself. May, Wednesday the 17 it said. Then he
looked at the clock, 7:30 AM.
"Time for school, son. Are you sure you want
to go camping?" Jack asked.
"No. I don't," J.R. replied, getting dressed,
and getting ready for school. He noticed a tentical slither under the bed. "Thanks, Bowlingpins."
"Thanks who?" his father overheard J.R. talking to
"No one...no one at all."
Far ahead of him was his Christian friend listening
to his watch that had a radio in it.
Editor's Note: dDamian shows an obvious muse
for fantasy. dDamian, keep writing but make sure to read lots of fantasy and sci-fi books and stories to improve your
writing. Reading well-known authors will help you define and structure your stories. Well done.