DamagedGoods

I'm bored and I've neglected my blog for quite some time... so here's a story I just re-found based on a dream I wrote of earlier, re-vamped for a school assignment.

I sat with my back to large stone wall, my turn on watch almost over. It had been a quiet night, no attacks had come and I was feeling almost relaxed. With sadistic relish I devoured my last rice crispies square.

The sun was rising, allowing me to see further into the horizon, I lifted my binoculars searching for any trace of the enemy. Finding no such trace I relaxed and recalled my first encounter with them.

I had been lounging by the side of an infinity edge pool jutting out over the brilliant aquamarine waters of the ocean shore.

Reclining pleasantly in the sun on my beach chair, I held a cocktail in one hand as I chatted with my friends. Then I noticed something in the distance. I had no idea what it was... but it disturbed me for some mysterious reason. I mentioned it to one of my friends, who glanced over and told me not to worry so much. I looked back to where the mystery object had been and couldn't see anything and so nodded and dismissed the thought from my mind.

A few moments later I noticed movement from the same direction out of the corner of my eye. With vague trepidation I turned, and was greeted by the sight of a marshmallow...

It was huge, and growing larger by the second as it swiftly approached. I was stunned, I couldn't think of what to do, and in my horror I saw that it was grinning maniacally at me with a mouth that took up the entire lower half of its body, while racing towards me on tiny bizarre yellow chicken legs.

It was coming for me, grinning like an insane idiot on meth. I began to scream, as it leapt upon me, it's huge cartoonish eyes beaming in joy.

I awoke much later in a gooey mess, thankful that the marshmallow appeared to have been destroyed. Unfortunately it was not the last of it's kind. They came in droves, at first simply destroying any and all firewood, graham crackers, chocolate squares and rice crisps they could find.

Then, they began to attack the populace. Conventional weapons were rendered next to useless... bullets barely slowed the marshmallows before their bearers were over taken and their gun jammed full of goo. Even armoured tanks were quickly taken out of the running, becoming stuck in pools of crushed marshmallows.

I returned from my revery to find my replacement standing over me, wearing the customary outfit of heavy duty plastic wrap coated in cooking spray. He wore a flame-thrower strapped to his back and carried a sack of rice crisps, which I eyed doubtfully.

“Hey... I got sick of 'Smores ok?” he told me.

“Ok, but the squares just aren't the same without some vanilla flavouring and butter.”

“I'll survive!” he retorted, and plopped down beside me. “Anything interesting tonight?”

“Nothing much, a small band made it past the perimeter, but the dogs managed to eat a few, and by the time they made it close to here I was able to use the hose on them to pretty good effect, speaking of which; how would you like some hot chocolate? With marshmallows?” I grinned rather dementedly.

He beamed back at me and we made our farewells.