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Grampa

Posted in 12 - 18, Female, Fiction, Horror, Leinster, Short Stories
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MARS

CHAOS AND DISORDER.

CONTROLLED ZONES AND YOUR HEAD IS WRECKED – WHICH HEAD YOU ASK?

WEIRD IMAGES, THE DISTORTION IS GROSS.

FACES HALVED IN STOMACH.
THERE ARE THREE IN ONE.

HUMIDITY AND DAMP IS EVERYWHERE
AND DINNER IS DEBRA IN SOME SEEDY BAR.

ROWDY MARSIANS MEAN NO PLACE TO MOVE.
PEOPLE PANIC COS MARS IS HECTIC.

BUT DEATH IS MARS AND NO LIFE IS WANTED

ROBOTIC MALFUNCTION. IT’S A DEMENTED CHIP.

BITS LOST – WHO CARES?

BETTER VISIT NEXT YEAR
NO CHEAP FLIGHTS TODAY!