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Results of U-Write-It Week 216

"It is a myth!" the banged-up, dirty, bruised, bleeding man said. "Garlic doesn't hurt vampires! But, what does is..."

...Cats."

"CATS!" I yelled in responce. "How can a poor little innocent cat hurt a big scary vampire?"

"WELL" the bloody man said with his hand on his chin.

"What?" I asked, excited to hear his resonce.

"I can't tell you, because if I told you, then everyone would know how to hurt us, uhhhhh I meant vampires."

"C'mon tell me please! I yelled.

"Okay, but you have to do me a favor before I tell you."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked excitedly.

"I need you to go to Ms Mattoe's house."

A sudden quiver went up my spine. "Mmmmiiss Matttooe?" I asked with fear. Almost everybody who was anybody knew who Ms Mattoe was. She had been living since the 1900s and she was old. The oldest thing you ever saw. She lived on the end of Loston street in this crepy house that no one walks near or even looks at. I looked once. Even though my best friend Casey told me not to. When I looked I saw the scariest eyes a person could ever see just looking right at me. I jumped from the sight and then she hissed at me. Like a cat. Just like a cat when you step on it's tail or kick him so he can stop rubbing his fur coat on your leg on a hot summer day. I ran all the way home that day. I never looked at that house again. Never, never, never. But every time I walk pass on the other side of the stret with my hood on my head so I can't see that stupid house, I always feel her looking at me. Like a cat in the window.

"Will you do it?" he asked me, disrupting my thoughts.

"Nope!" I said and I quickly walked away. I guess I'll never know how cats hurt vampires But Ms Mattoe must have hurt that man badly.

by veneciaGordon, Philadelphia, PA

...milk, yep those vampires would rather meet a rabid squirrel bent on taking over the world than face milk," the man said looking through the fridge.

"Why milk?" the scared woman said, glancing out the window.

"Well, I don't really know but I think it has to do with a bad experience with a cow and its milk. Or it could be that it remindes them of their mothers, and I wouldn't want to be reminded of my mom."

"Me either," said the woman, as she went to help him find milk.

by Samantha Potter, Salt Lake City, UT

...the fact that you would try to keep them out. They have to live too. And besides it's not like you have much of a life in the first place. So, I don't get why you would try to stop them from getting in. The fact that vampires don't come around because of Garlic, is because of the smell. Have you smelled it lately? GROSS!

by Robrerta, OH

...a well-done, char-broiled steak.

"Char-broiled steak?" the Mayor of the village asked. "Don't you mean wooden stake?"

"Oh, yeah, like you could get one of them to eat a wooden stake. They don't like splinters in their teeth as much as the next undead guy. No, I'm talking char-broiled ribeye steak with grilled onions and mushrooms."

"But, how does that hurt them?"

"It's so good they try to eat it all. Their stomachs have grown small from drinking just blood, so if the steak's big enough..."

"Ah, they just..."

"They blow up. That's right...vampire alllll ooooover the countryside."

"Oh neat."

"Uh, not really. It makes quite a mess."

"Hard to clean up?"

"A real pain the neck."

by Phillip Lynne, Knoxville, TN

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