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Limerence (Poem-19)

Mrs. Davis






"It all started one night, when the moon was shining brightly. It was quarter past two, when I was hiding behind the dust bin in my society. I was on the run from my short tempered Geography teacher, Mrs. Davis, as I hadn't completed my homework since a couple of weeks. It may sound weird to you, and it IS! I was thinking about a most reasonable excuse that would calm her down. "Sorry Mrs. Davis, I'll complete it right away!" or "I forgot to do it Ma'am!". Amidst all my thoughts, suddenly, I heard steps. Footsteps, coming right towards me! Tik-tok, tik-tok. Tik-tok, tik-tok.

I frightfully looked in the direction of the sound. To my horror, it was her, Mrs. Davis! I knew it was her. I could recognise those high-heels anywhere. Even in school, we all used to know that it was her, just by hearing the sound of those high-heels.

,I looked up at her. Her eyes were red. Red, as if strained. I managed to mutter, "M-m-r-s. D-davis
I-I forgot to c-c-complete m-my h-home-w-work-k.... I'm r-really s-sorry!" I knew that I had screwed up; I just didn't know how much. And I was just about to find out.

 I stared in horror, as something reddish started to grow over her skin. It started from her heels. Then it reached her shins. It finally covered up her face. I gasped. She was no longer my Geography teacher; she had transformed into a MONSTER!

She grabbed my neck and spat, "Why didn't you complete your homework?
"B-basketball c-c-class-s...", I replied. Then she screamed and growled and screamed and growled and screamed and growled till I could see that she hadn't brushed her teeth. Then she ripped my head off my neck and started dribbling it!!

She dribbled my head till we reached the basketball court. Then she aimed for lay-ups and three-pointers, showing off her skills. Then she gobbled it down. Fortunately, there was a camera-man right beside us. He had recorded the whole thing. Unfortunately, my 'creature-teacher' caught him!! She swallowed his body, clothes and all. I stared in horror as he joined me in Mrs. 'Creature''s stomach.

A lot of people were eaten that night, nearly my whole society. All those outside my complex, couldn't even catch a hint of what chaos was occurring in here. At least they were safe.
But, not for long.

After gorging on my entire society, Mrs. Creature rubbed her belly. And then we all heard and smelt the most obnoxious fart there could ever be. It was like a nuclear explosion. Actual smoke was seen, escaping Mrs. Creature's body from all sides. All those within a radius of 2 miles fainted, and those within 2 kilometres were either deaf or in coma. This was starting to get serious. Who could've ever thought that an incident regarding homework would lead to mass destruction?"

"Nice one, Rick!", said Andy.
"You totally cracked us up!", Mark exclaimed. Yup. My story was funny. The three of us totally HATE Mrs. Davis. She was the most strict teacher till now. So, we decided to make this story on her, just to get back at her. We were laughing so hard that our eyes started watering.

Then, a shiver went down my spine. "Wait guys. Jokes apart- did you actually complete yesterday's homework?", I asked. They squinted hard and shook their head. They had stopped laughing now.

Then we heard footsteps. Coming towards us. It was her, Mrs. Davis! Those familiar high-heels strode towards us. Speed increasing each second. We looked at her, together. "M-m-r-s. D-davis w-we f-forgot to c-c-complete our h-home-w-work-k.... we are r-really s-sorry!"

Then, we stared in horror as something reddish started to grow over her skin. It started from her heels. Then it reached her shins. It finally covered up her face. We gasped. She was no longer our Geography teacher; she had transformed into a MONSTER!


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  1. Hi Armaan ! Nice story ! very captivating.... keep writing !!! Cheers, Akshay

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  2. This is Mrs. Davis, I am disappointed in you young man and I will be contacting your parents.

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