The great arthropod, slumber disrupted by a persistent surface sound, crawled up the tunnel. Pushing the semicircle door open, it looked down at the two scourges: salesmen.
“Hello, would you be interes-”
It ejected an acid at them: melting the bodies.
The invertebrate curled back inside and shut the door.
Christian Todd is a writer of the strange and provocative. When he sits down to write, he ponders the images in his mind and picks out the most unique of the bunch. Nothing is more exciting to him than plotting and executing an idea.
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