Creative Writing: The Fried Chicken Monster

It was 1738 in Richlands, North Carolina. The Wind blew softly and the leaves fell one by one. Crunch! Crunch! POW! I hear as people jump and step in piles and piles of leaves. Having a joyful and playful time but little do they know two weeks from today there will be no more playing, and jumping in piles of leaves because the Fried Chicken Monster (F.C.M) was coming back into town. The Fried Chicken Monster or as my family calls him (F.C.M) has been missing in action for about eight years now. F.C.M came to town and destroyed people’s life when I was about six years old. I’m fourteen now so he’s been gone for a little while. F.C.M and my dad have previous history.

It all started back in 1719 when F.C.M and my dad went to school together.
pow! Pow! Boom! pow ! is all you can seem to hear as my dad is punching him. Fried Chicken Monster is yelling “stop”! “Get off of me” My dad gets up and stops punching him . The fried chicken monster gets up and says “It’s not over, It’s not over”! and runs away. Since then, no one has seen or heard from the Fried Chicken Monster. But each and every day those words “It’s not over”! Haunts my dad. Since then, my dad has went to college, graduated from college with a bachelor’s degree in of science in biology and became a doctor, married my mom a is now the father of two kids, Me and my seventeen year old sister Leah. We’ve been living our life as a family until we heard the news that the Fried Chicken Monster was coming back into town. My dad begins to freak out tells all of us to pack up or stuff because we were getting on the next flight. Hurry ! Hurry ! he says. As we begin running all over the house trying to hurry up. Like a bunch of chickens without heads. We pack up all of our stuff and my dad grabs a few things we say our goodbyes to our
in a weird horrifying voice “ I told you it wasn’t over”. He says to my dad and then the Fried Chicken Monster Goes on to say “And this time I brought a little friend with me click! Clack!. He cocks the gun , he then goes on to say if you scream I shoot. He points the gun at all of us waving and swinging the gun and says “turn around very slowly and walk back into the living room’’. I and my sister, my mom dad and all turn around very slowly and begin to walk into the living room shaking and sweating because were all scared. He tells us to sit down on the couch very slowly and don’t make any sudden moves. We all sit down very slowly at the same time as he pulls duct tape out of his pocket.

“Please don’t hurt my kids”! My mom weaps .
Fried Chicken Monster yells “shut up “! As he drops the gun and begins to unravel the duct tape. ”Give me your hands he says to My dad holds his hands out, the Fried Chicken Monster comes closer to my dad. Boom! my dad punches the Fried Chicken Monster. They begin to fight, my mom gets the phone to call 911. My sister and I start screaming and yelling, stop! Stop!. Boom! Pow! Pow! The gun sounds off . My dad shot the Fried Chicken Monster three times.

Knock! Knock! We hear a knock at the door. My mom opens the door and it’s the police asking questions.
“It’s over now”! Says my dad to the Fried Chicken monsters red bloody body.