Good gravy, this thing is unpleasant, and not in an easily definable way.
It’s the sort of thing that makes me feel like I should apologize to the world, on behalf of the world, for its existence.
But at the same time, sadistically inflict the knowledge of its existence upon others.
Sorry.
Gah.
Bene vīvite.
No. No, no, no, no, no. No.
What–what is this?
No.
This is wrong.
What were they trying to–what is–how–and why…!?
Awful…Christmas monster?
No. Just no.
No.
It’s horrible. Get it away.
How could you, ShopKo?
The horror is mighty.
Just…no.
Bene fugite.
Who doesn’t like a proper monster now and then? Especially one that you can hug or pose or throw at people.
But a good monster needs good writing to bring it to life. With that in mind, my sister, the toy maker and horror fanatic, is holding a monster-themed short story competition, the prize for which is a custom-designed stuffed/plush/doll of your very own featured monster.
Sound awesome? Of course it does. Click here for details!
M-M-M-MONSTER!
Bene scribete.
Writin' Fish 