It's time to take back the truth!" menacingly whispered the
goblin that lives in my worn out jeep.
I looked at the dubai; it had a rocky skin and it had modern
buildings along its back. I loved Jesus. I loved Socrates. I did
not want to take the dubai from them. Jesus, especially, loved
its spore emitting smell.
I examined the rocky tail. I studied the dazzling tooth, which
emerged like a huge firefly.
I remembered fleeing from an insane asylum and knew I would
never be the same again.
The sandstorm made me tremble as I watched humanity's last
moments . Suddenly...
Bang!
Dubai was destroyed.
The goblin that lives in my jeep emerged cautiously.
YOU ARE READING
the goblins of dubai
FantasyThis story was made to be in broken English and a bit of a fever dream it doesn't make much sense but I hope you enjoy the broken English as much as I did when making this.
