The Camping Trip

“I’m already here,” retorted the Invisible Man.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you. Let’s get the story started, shall we?”

The Haunted Wordsmith

The League of Incredible Monsters was holding their annual camping trip the weekend before Halloween and everyone was gathered around the campfire excitedly waiting for the start of the traditional story-go-round.

Marshmallows were roasting, chocolate bars melting, and the Wolf Man was putting out his toes again. One would think that after thirty years, he would know not to stretch his legs out by the campfire.

“Someone go find Jack and tell him we’re starting,” Dr. Jekyll said.

“I’m already here,” retorted the Invisible Man.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you. Let’s get the story started, shall we?”

The monsters chuckled and scooted closer to the fire.

“Zom, want to start us off this year?”

“Sure.” Zombie cleared his throat and stood up.  “It started out as any other morning with Jenny complaining about not being able to find her dress, Kyle complaining about not seeing his cleats, and Suzie refusing…

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