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the cursed of the white house


The town hall clock struck midnight; ghouls clamored around the white house. The twelfth gong’s peal faded away; creaking echoed into silent darkness as the front door opened. Fluorescent green accented a stout figure who clomped onto the raised porch, its shellacked pompadour rising in the night like an unholy erection, belying the lack of substance contained with it.

Clearing its throat and waving what looked like two miniature hands, it wailed, “Who’s Gonna Keep Makin’ America Great!?!?!?”

Dust and the rancid stench of death clouded around it and the ghouls as they chanted “4 More Years! 4 More Years!”

The End.

[100 words]

Kristian is this Thursday’s host of 50 Word Thursday.  Kristian says:

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
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