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THE MONSTER HIDING UNDER THE BED, PALES IN COMPARISON
On a cold January morning, the naked, orange, portly man ascends the dais, smugly approaching the microphone.
"My insignificant , me loving, Americans...my second, maybe not last, term is gonna be HUGE just like this biggest crowd ever assembled to kneel, worship, and kiss my Ferragamos."
"My insignificant , me loving, Americans...my second, maybe not last, term is gonna be HUGE just like this biggest crowd ever assembled to kneel, worship, and kiss my Ferragamos."
Published 4th Oct 2019
Author's Note
Written for the "Two Sentence Horror Story" comp. Resounding pleas of Please, Please, Please, let this not be our fate on January 20, 2021.
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4th Oct 2019 8:54pm
I can’t stop laughing! The scary thing is there is more than a pinch of reality!
4th Oct 2019 9:45pm
A much too big of a pinch 😬 I'm already anxious. Thank you Jazzmanor.
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