introdution
Splatcha... not exatcly the noise you would expect a giant mutant lifeform to say. but there it was, every five or so seconds, Splatcha. The enormus bludering pack of steaming musle would just work all day saying Splatcha Splatcha Splatcha, No changes no ''grunts'' as you would expect. Nothing but Splatcha, all day long. It was kept in a giant pit made of smoothed over concrete a metre thick with a large furnace on one end. It was blind with a large bulbous nose. And, save for a few molars, it had a huge mouth out of which the strange word was coming. It had legs like tree trunks and arms without a touch of fat anywhere save for the musle's which line its body from a lifetime of hard work. all day, everyday, you would find it loading up the furnace with the logs that the workers on top were continually throwing in, but not today.
The creature had been there as long as zac could remember, but just what was about to happen none could have guessed...
YOU ARE READING
Splatcha
Teen FictionThe creature had been there as long as anyone could remeber. sedated and not able to do anything but its masters wishes its a huge change for the town when the creature finally brecks free.
