THe Monster Mash, A Graveyard SMASH (short story I wrote when I was 11)
The Monster Mash The Graveyard Smash
Have you heard of the Monster Mash? I suppose you know the story of how it came to be, right? Well, I'm here to tell the TRUE story to you.
It sarted out late one night, when all monsters where out of human sight. Then a tune started playing and I jumped from fright! The monsters appeared! What an eerie sight!
They were movin' and a grovin'! Rockin' and a rollin'! There was no way to stop this party, except to say "Do the Mash!"
As soon as I did everyone stared! Frankenstein and Dracula said "The Mash?" So I explained, "Yeah, you know? The monster Mash? THe graveyard smash? Please tell me you know the Mash!"
"Um..." all the monsters replied "no."
Then I taught all the monsters the Mash! We were dancing for six hours straight!
It was such a delight that I go everynight! Sometimes I even invite my human friends!
Last night there was a huge surprise. We found out that the swamp monster from the Black Lagoon was also doing the Monster Mash! So if you see Piranha's jumping around they are just grovin' along with the music!
The dance has become so popular that their is now a song!
Last time I went dancing the Coffin Bangers came! They're the best ever! Of course you won't believe me until you here them!
Wolfman, Dracula, and his son came! So did many others, including ghouls and zombies. Next time you should come!
Well, if your monster fiend ever needs some dancing help come straight to me! Some where inside him he knows the Monster Mash!
Now the question is....
DO YOU??
I wrote this when I was 11 and was wondering what you thought of it? I think there are some places where I want to change things, but I won't. When I wrote this I was happy with, so why change it now?
What do you think of it?
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