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Wednesday, 2 September 2015

Harris Burdick Writing


Under the rug




It was a cold and rainy night in New York. Dave just retired from the circus not long ago and the circuits gave him a gift, a new lamp. Screek screek was the sound that woke up grumpy old Dave one day in July. “What is that sound? It's driving me insane,” shouted Dave as he was getting out of bed. He entered the living room. The most horrible sound that you could ever hear was the scream from Dave.

“Ahhhhh!  There is a something under the mat” screamed Dave. Dave got a glass and put it on top of the thing that was under the mat. “I got you now” Dave said in a happy way. When he lifted the rug up he fell over and hit his head on his favourite lamp and broke it. Dave was knocked out.

Dave woke up and didn’t know what he was dealing with. He had never before seen the thing under the mat. “I think it is a mutant spider” Dave said. He tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but he was sick and tired of the noises it was making.  He grabbed a chair and tried to hit the mutant spider but he kept missing.

Dave put in earbuds and tried to go to sleep again but the noise got louder and louder so Dave did something people sometimes do in the middle of the night and had a coffee and a biscuit. “If the coffee doesn’t work my skills will” said Dave proudly as he got his circus knives and tried to throw it at the mutant spider.


Bullseye. Dave got the mutant spider right in the head. “Now lets see what you are and if you are something that exists,” said Dave. When Dave lifted the mat up it was half spider half scorpion. Dave just discovered a new animal he called it the scorpider. From now on Dave was always scared of things that were under the mat.   

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