I almost caught a werd imp!

OMG! It was the most incredible thing. I was using the nit comb and bug spray on the first two chapters of my new manuscript to get rid of all my grammar bugs when the little booger popped out of the white space between the sentences and made a break for the door.

*for those new readers of this blog, a werd imp is an evil creature who infiltrates a writer’s manuscript and plays games by creating grammar errors and plot holes (yes, the werd imps do this - not the writer.)*

So, what did I do when I saw the werd imp? Well, I did the only thing a sane person would do. I pinched my arm to make sure I was not dreaming. After I slapped myself for doing such a painful thing, I grabbed a flyswatter and chased the bug into the kitchen. I lost sight of it on the table as I searched through the condiments in the basket. Then I heard a glub-glub-glub.

Yes, I think the little werd imp had an untimely demise. He must have slipped through one of the tiny holes and drowned in the milk. Ewwww! So I chucked the breakfast out into the trash for today’s garbage pickup.

Later that afternoon, I was listening to the radio when an emergency broadcast came on. Supposedly, the milk had a strange effect on the werd imp, causing it to grow into a gigantic size. It now wrecked havoc down the highway. I logged online hoping to spot some video of the destruction. Unfortunately, the actual details were just too gruesome to post here. I did find an artist’s rendition of the scene. Ladies and gentlemen, please escort your younglings out of the room before looking upon this picture.
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Oops! I see little Johnny peeking around the corner. Will someone please give him some Legos to play with?

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Nasty werd imps!